Is it only from a distance

 

you think your beauty is ravishing?

 

Is that why you disdain my praising?

 

 

Or is it what anyone that approaches you

 

feeling

           

eventually

                       

touches ?

 

How thin your shell of knowing

 

How brittle your command of presence

 

 How vulnerable you are inside

 

where all is still young and growing

 

 

Do you want to be victorious?

 

 

Is that why you approach everything

 

ready for a fight?

 

 

Or do you really need to be defeated?

 

            Where everything will grow damp and swollen

 

and you will fall forever

                                                                       

free

 

 

Why do you go on protecting your mummery

      

                                   like a wound?                                     

                                                           

Does one gather threads for a garment forever?

 

 

Lets share a secret between us

 

I will confess it is my face in the mirror

 

and now we can both breathe

                       

easier