Who Do You Love?

My lips kiss yours with lies,

Promise rests in my eyes like shattered glass

Strewn about the floor for you to step on.

Like beauty, my love will fade,

Of this I am sure of and feel shame.

 

For one day I see myself becoming my dreams,

These images show me a caring mother,

Heart and womb as one,

Smiles shifting with those of my children

Afternoons spent savoring the sun,

My hand clasped around tiny fingers,

Night bringing me my loyal lover,

The sun sinking and rising through my window,

where I’ll sit and watch my reflection begin to drift in the currents of age

and a bed that has been molded to my shape

is where I’ll have to find a means of escape,

waking wrapped in the same arms to the start of each new day.

 

Then there are times when a different dream occupies my mind

This dream I read like a book written by my own hand

The eyes described crave the crashing of waves,

The tides dancing in the bay,

The movement of the restless water traveling across the sea,

Not following the paths of man, but stepping my feet where I please upon the land,

Writing words late at night, my candle the stars as they dimly shine.

My life would be mine…

But there would be no companion to age with over time.

 

My dreams are like bubbles in my mind,

One hits the side and bursts to reveal a woman of wonder,

Using her heart as a light in the dark minds of others,

Faith like a stubborn sun refusing to set,

Feeding the mouths of those who are hungry,

Shielding peace as the bullets of evil stalk it like a shadow.

But then my thoughts dance with sadness,

As I wonder if I will still be able to hear the song of my soul,

If I’m surrounded by the shouts of blackness.

 

And so how can you trust the whispers of my lips

When the desires they’re meant to utter drift more heavily then a tides shift?

How can you look into my eyes and see my soul

When its not even clear what composes its essence?

I may hold your hand to watch the sunrise,

But then you’ll find that when it sets my heart has left

To watch it sink beneath new waters.

How can I choose the song of which I want my life to dance

When there are so many tunes resting in the shadows of these lands?

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I think our love can tell when they kiss, touch or look at us that something has changed gone wrong but like most humans people chose to be in denial hoping that by not recognizing it, it will some how vanish. This was an almost erie poem because it was so true and so good.