HIDDEN IN THE FACE

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remember not more than a week ago you asked me

when I look at you just what do I see

well, here it is, my carefully thought out list

when I look at you Jean

I see a heart that could rival a lion's

the soul of a poet with the added touch of an artist

otherwise you must forgive me for whatever else I may

have indeed just missed

perhaps I would know more if your humming bird's heart

or your lover's lips I had covered with a kiss

but maybe I was terrified of the actual possibility of

all this

for it would let you beyond the confines of my so closely

guarded insecurities

to examine what it is for which I wish

loneliness so often sings an impossibly sweet yet

harshly sung song

how much of it you heard that night I'm still none too

sure but you seemed easily enough able to hum along

though your theory on there being a 'hidden self'

was indeed quite correct

your conclusions were all the more wrong

as I'm sure you now suspect

as unflattering as this may sound my heart is in need

of a genuinely understanding mate

but it does not need solitude to make itself strong

it needs home and hearth, a place to belong

we are a lot alike you and I

this I too will readily concede

but any further than that into my intensely personal

thoughts I would not advise you to read

for my well constructed defenses may very well send

you mentally to your knees

forcing banished breath from your labored lungs

like a brisk unapologetic breeze

leaving you with only yourself but not really yourself

looking at not me but what you want to see

this almost frightening stand still shoves us back

once again to circle around square one and times it

by three

putting the battle yet again long before the war

that has yet to be won

after all isn't it so very clever that we disagree

give me no table to lay my self inflictions upon

and I'll not profit from any injected pun

but nor will I pray to just any deity

I may indeed wish for myself a much happier ending

yet the possible outcome I believe is nearly as

hopeful as it is pending............

(written Aug 8,1992)


Author's Notes/Comments: 

this poem came from many conversations had with a man named Jean Romeo.

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