Special.

Special.

A Poem by Butch Decatoria

Special.

 

I am my ego, who needs applause

approval for my wisdom

an army for my cause

 

     He is my opposite who shouts to want

     yet relies on his centered confidence

     he is his only war

 

I am eager to move with grace

find beauty in every face

I crave to feel the open stage

 

     He thinks he knows the difference

     between heaven and here

     he thinks intelligence possesses no fear

 

I am constantly pining to love

even indigents and the cold

friends who speak truth are worth more than gold

 

     He claims to never ask for help

     answers are eventual as nights

     seeking awe instead, not seeing it in light

 

I weep with feelings from my sight

I am reasoning and logic

but complete with a heart

 

     He is independent as the dance

     the motion of body art

     he says he is happy

 

     not having to know and ignoring

     sorrow or love

 

I am only human, so sensual

wanting and wishing to feel

only special...

a hug will seal the deal.

As we are hold close together nestle For real...

© 2013 Butch Decatoria


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Bravo! Captivating! The imagry is crisp and clear. Great!

Posted 16 Years Ago


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Butch Decatoria
Butch Decatoria

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