Sunday, July 28, 2013

Do I Know That Man

What is inside that man
Reserved, reticent
But kind and beneficent

What do I know of that man
Loving, tender
Our hands clasped together

We met in turbulent times
Both his and mine
He, shy and withdrawn
I, loud and talked till dawn

His passion hidden
Well contained
But can erupt like a volcano
After sleeping silently
Dormant and mellow

While mine pulsated
On my skin just below
Ready to rain
Down on any
Fool enough to gain
All my fury

Who is that man
That I love so well
His wit, his humor
Matches mine
I can tell

But do I really
Know the man
In all his quiet glory
For when I think of him
I feel a discord
A distant harmony

*Allene Angelica*
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