Parting Glance
My palms, quivering and restless
Fold and unfold themselves
in my lap
He stands before me, lingering in
the ethereal corridor with
a cruel transparent barrier
A shimmering glass door
A barricade I created
A fortress for myself
and my heart, an ugly
mass of bloody pulp,
torn muscle and tissue
And it leaves an eerie
scrawl of blood flowing
in a quiet strip,
resembles a river of discord
and grief and anger
Because I see him as a lovely
Adonis, a gorgeous template of
Grace, love, a statue of unfiltered
desire
And he sees right through me
