10
06
2008
Girl in the Park
She walks toward me with quick steps
seemingly self-assured.
I look at her, (gaze, stare actually),
her self, her being, her presence,
her sexuality and sheer femaleness
which suddenly shapes me, names me
when I allow it, permit a response
from the shadows, from the path
to the side, (the outside),
the other one, not me.
The center knows. Inside
where stars dwell.
Each one calling my name
relentlessly to hear,
to come home, to reclaim
my glory, my true being
my real name,
to give back to her what is hers
not mine. Her person, her self,
her life I tried to steal
a piece of.
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