Gemini

Bony jaw

And held up chin

How much longer girl?

Squinting eyes,

Split within,

Let the nails unfurl

Black and gold

That smells of sweat;

Polka dots of silk;

Storm of thoughts,

Sudden poise

And everything un-pink

Wounded on the shoulder blade,

The aplomb all but there,

Still she runs under raging skies

And dark gray clouds of fear

The sun is out in another land,

Warmth floats on the sea

The ice is gone, the mist is fading

And she suddenly skims at me

I look back into the midnight thoughts

Of lost composure and vain

And from the mirror, a thousand shards

slice open my pain

A gush of cold come storming out

I sink back in

And start to think

That finally she’s free.

Woman of joy, with a blue scarf around her eyes,

She feels no sting, she feels no pain; She sees nothing in light

Woman of joy, of dauntless ploy,

Fly with the blades of winds, fly out of that blind

Woman of joy, of rigor and coy,

Glide on that steel, without a heed

In my cave, behind the mirror, woman of joy, bury me in peace.