John. Hall

Rookie - 81 Points (07/12/1943 / Nedlands WA)

Cybele - Poem by John. Hall

We are not so different
You and I.
Our ruling passions
Ebbing - flowing
Pass us by
Like some
Shadowed raven - caught
In a glancing blow
Of sunlight
On some wintered night,
In the evening.

We are two -
And yet, of one flesh
Janus like -
Our moods
Intertwine and mesh.

Sometimes we thresh
And tease
And even tear each other
In some seething
Breathing smothering
Frustration -
Then turn away
As if to deny
To try not to see
What we have become.

We say it is not us
Sinking in this
Shared disgust
This almost slinking
This almost lust -
For a destruction
Of intimacy.

This other self
This persona between us
This androgynous stinking thing
That brings us pain remembering
What we were alone
What we were together
And what we have become.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 7, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, February 7, 2013

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