Two Faces

Two faces strain in different directions

conflicting emotions tearing apart

drowning slowly in a sinking boat

constantly battling for spotlight

one person, two personalities.

THE GOOD

Your eyes are soft from affection and desire.

I’m caught between your pages as

you melt resistant walls with your love

in flaming fire and crimson blood

as I try to hold open your door

with waxen key to unlock the goodness,

layered like paint in old beloved house.

THE BAD

Your closed windows of hate slam shut,

casting shadows over musty sheets,

hatred welling in your slitted eyes.

Reflecting heartbreak over my dawn,

your eyes strike like ice in glacier ponds

a beating drumbeat infiltrating my skull

bilingual body lost in hopeless translation,

confusing power of love with hatred.

DILEMMA

Where do I go to get the whole person?

Can I fuse your gasping lungs together

to allow struggling cycle of love and hate

to breathe together in one affinity?