by Kristal Stafford

Created on: February 23, 2007   Last Updated: May 14, 2007

A Man Understood

What bold tongue of innocence
I cease to speak my wildest thoughts
Joined by our lack of reasoning
Divided by our love for independent living
My eyes have graced the essence of being

From this dream I have awakened
This nightmare of ecstasy
A chill, he is,to my spine

He is the world's best sin
A private dance to the Pope
An infant's silent cry
An angel of destruction
A broken halo with its false glow

He is a chameleon
The uncontrollable urge of nature
A predestined faux pas
A lake of desolation and impregnation

He is a man.

Understood.

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