Poem – Page 63 – A (wise) man of two faces

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Just how many scars
that were cut into my soul
are your handiwork?

Here I stand, ready,
Open to a world of
Possibilities
Emerging before me.

I whisper, “Goodbye”,
close every door behind me,
and burn the house down.

Love is the ghost of
a smile, kiss, or warm embrace
echoing within.

Weariness oft follows strife
down our winding road of life
and it takes a strong and righteous will
to persevere beyond “the kill”.

Drops of spring weather
riddle the winter landscape –
a teasing promise.

Each time I come to you the same:
beaten, broken, crippled, lame
with tears trailing down my face
and begging for a moment’s grace.

Moving on is tough
especially when it means
burning some bridges.

I can still taste her
for hours after we’ve parted;
her love still remains.

Sex
Hot, heavy
Kissing, sucking, fucking
“Oh – oh my God!”
Shaking, aching, collapsing
Breathless, tender
Love