The odd concept of
Future Husband and
Warehouse Nation
Whether we find ourselves
aware or not
I met a man on the other side of
Nowhere and never thought he'd
Be the future husband to my
Future bride-self
Divorcing virgin history,
Innocent past and present
All a part of what once was and
What is now lost;
Far before the social construct-
No knots eternally tied.
Nowhere near the dreams
Or pictures painted,
But just as alive as
You; let it soak up like
Water into pores of sponges.
Put make-up on
And take it off.
Although it is a mask and
Fanciful enjoyment,
There come limitations and
Expectations;
Tribute to femininity
And independence.
Contradictory characteristics
Build and conflict,
Coincide and exist.
While traveling.. in every direction,
I am not one or the other, but both
And all the time there is a breath
Of each, a stride and swagger, a
Stream that leads to the river
And ends in a vast Lake or Ocean.
I'll watch old men in coffee shops
And boys of youth as well;
Their flannel shirts and brown attire
Never get old-
Gestures, words, postures
evolve with time.
Use your hands to tell a story-
To hold a Conversation.
