Passion Face A Mirrors Mask Poem by James McLain

I try to understand..
Your face when you gaze with in me..
You dance as the tiger...I watch..
Paws moving around the hills.. valleys..
That see the eye always bright and full.
Then you hear the others..why do you change..
The mask of grace and beauty for that others..
Other.. ugly void..when next approached..
Secretly you speak of secret...passions..
It grippes upon the back of your neck..
It is as it always was and will forever be..
It is the animal inside trembles..never tamed...
Your mouth lies, as it shakes..to smile..
With it's lips that puff always open in hope.
Still the body I watch, is always looking for the
disapproval in hopelessness of the others mask long
since lost it's luster in linseed oil that gave way to
the passionless world controlled by they the others.
As they watch from a safe distance doing all they
forbade you to do knowing great oceans of pleasure
by turning your passion,
into the dull self denial of your one and only true self.