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Monday, 9 January 2017

[Poem] Man and Woman

I am the man, 
Who would lust after your skirts, 
Feeding on your wistful dreams, 
Shielding you from lesser evils. 

I am the woman, 
With her long nails and soft touches, 
Tendrils of hair escaping chignons, 
Yielding to be loved and cared for. 

I am man-made, your creation- 
An identity in your mind, 
Banging against the cages of your thoughts, 
Sculptured to your desired form. 

And I am nothing, 
Like a wisp of air in the rain; 
But I could be everything, 
If you move me from mind to heart.

Copyright © thearcticstar 2016

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