Poetry – Page 77 – A (wise) man of two faces

Resonance

An echoing song
Undulates through the darkness
Manifesting worlds

“Red means stop
and green means go”
except in love
where red-hot passion
scorches summer nights
and leaf-green lovers
sputter out of gear.

Careless words
from eager lips
ruin friendships
with their slips.

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Cowboy,
your calloused hands
with their wrinkles and scars
like a gnarled old oak tree who
survived.

Bit by bit
the world falls.

Then winter comes
and frosts the roots.

I am first, myself.
I am many other things:
child, friend, and lover
but my final commitment
cannot be to another.

Shifting, swaying in the breeze
rippling with such sensual ease
that you stand raptured with the grace
of the vision that’s this place.

It starts with a handshake,
a chance perhaps to partake
in a grand experiment
in search of lasting merriment.
I hope it’s not a mistake.

Predator on a hunt
reeling them in with
eye-contact and a smile –
You’ll never see it coming.