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?