The Enlightened Man
Who am I
To try to tame her
That wild beautiful angel
Who came
Like a ball of thunderous emotions
Into my life
An angel
A design of the divine
Who claimed she
Was all mine
Who am I
A circus ringmaster?
A woman
Is a gift to treasure
Her smiles
Miseries or plights
Are to be embraced
Throughout long nights
There might be
Circus ringmasters
Out there
Dominant and truly
Unfair
But I'm just a man
Punching above
My weight
Cherishing her
Like my holy
Morning prayer
Through emotional
Thunderstorms
Engaged
Within this beloved
Love affair
Our joining
A symbolic union
Bestowed
By fate
This majestic love who
Came to me of
Late
Requires more than
Harsh words
And phrases
She should be serenaded
Like the seraphim
She embodies
Whilst she ages
Away from segregation
Or persecutions
For foolish
Ringmasters
Always lose their prize
Me
I hold mine
Close
Beyond
Masculine definitions
But within
Understanding
Without permission
For the only ringmaster
I am in control
Of
Is my life
And all
As it slowly
Unfolds
To walk
Together with
Her
To whatever
Futures of beholds
Equality perpetually
Singing
Its soft sonnets
As we step over
Its invisible thresholds
As lonely
Ringmasters
Cling onto their empty chests
Of
Fools gold
Copyright John Duffy 2018
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