Nonrevelation

by twotymer97

Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-09-01 19:15:00

Both eyes on the mirror
the glass reflective, and my eyes shining
tonight I want to see who I am—
Bare and exposed
All alone with myself and the mirror

I dropped the damp towel to the floor
Revealing me, for me to see
Who am I?
White thighs, tan lines, small breasts
Undressed–

Who slapped the girlish grin from my face
And replaced it with a woman-critic stare?
Was it I?
Did I take the girl and break her in two
So she could wake up and see what was true?

Two blue eyes stare at me
Questioning everything and expecting a reply
But I don’t know what to tell them
Those eyes don’t have a clue
That I don’t have the answers

And where did these hips come from?
Their S-curve spelling out sex with each step I take
A lust and longing that is never quenched
And the hips—the hips keep on asking
Asking for trouble–

I didn’t even know what was happening, so how could I stop it?
Now, looking back, I can tell where I went wrong
But now it’s too late
I couldn’t stop the woman
From beating down the girl

So should the blue eyes that stare back
Be filling with tears? Or should they only blink with solid thought—
Years replacing days, memories only haze
Fists balled up and ready to fight
Shadow-boxing with myself tonight—

I blink twice, and pick up the towel
Covering up vulnerability in so many ways
It’s all pointless—discovery is a dream
And the woman revealed
Will always miss that blue-eyed girl
A mirror can’t reveal truth