deviousways

Really, I don't mind you humming as I walk past Do it loudly enough. Show me you've got the guts. Don't sidle by if I turn to look. Being appreciative is okay in my book. Except, you're not well-intentioned, are you? For I'm just a body To be leched at Who cares if I'm someone's wife Daughter, or mother? It's not like you're a hormonal teen Struggling with too much testosterone You look to be in your late-forties. So you're someone's dad, And a woman's husband. A woman like me. But there, standing with your chums I feel you look me up and down I hear you snigger to your pals. And yet, you turn away, when I look at you. Crowds give you courage, I'm guessing. By yourself, there wouldn't be a whimper Would there? If a group of louts heckled and hissed at your daughter?

In the beginning, it was just me and him Then you happened Inside I was you and me, and yet, just me too One body and two living, breathing, growing beings What could be stranger, really? Or more perfect. I used to think he and I were whole, A unit--complete in ourselves Not anymore. Without you, there is no us. We created you (and what a miracle that is!) But you define and delineate us You keep us alive to possibilities And to each other