Poem – Page 28 – A (wise) man of two faces

Homeward bound

Looking for a place
where I can be myself, but
it isn’t easy.

The dance
Moving in sync
Circadian rhythm
People working their 9 to 5
Dead beats.

We fear the ending,
and deny it as though we
could change the future.

She had such kinds hands,
like a whisper in the night,
like a swallow whose in flight.

She had such kinds hands,
gentle, and yet firm,
teaching all that she had learned.

She had such kind hands,
coaxing gasps and groans,
coaxing sighs and moans.

She had such kind hands.
I pray that I will not forget
the kindest hands I’ve ever met.

She had such kind hands;
they almost brought me to tears;
they were so gentle.

The creator’s breath,
imbuing motionless stone
with a beating heart.

Maiden
Innocent, chaste
Shining, saving, behaving
A hint of skin
Failing, falling, enthralling
Sinner, slut
Temptress

A shadow repressed,
Anima and Animus:
the who we are not.

A family of four
who wants one more
has fun trying,
but I’m not lying,
they’re a little sore.

You should wear a smile,
because you cannot be sure
who might be watching.