John My Brother
John My Brother
For years I raged against your sensitivity
Dismissing your poetry as naïveté
While I intentionally closed my mind to the possibility
You had seen something I had yet to see
I guess I needed to maintain my deniability
That I had learned the truth you taught me
John My Father
My earliest memory is of weeping and singing
As I’m pulled along by the hand
through the seething mass
I’m afraid and I don’t understand
A woman brushes my thick dark hair from my forehead and tells me I’m so beautiful I could be a girl
Why is everyone so sad
He was too young he was so beautiful he taught us all we need to know
Here I’m raised up to great fire
John My Lover
I’ve been long to get to where you were
She saw your beauty and I denied it
I wore the ugliness of jealousy
You’d be an old man now my Father’s age
In the mind of youth I see
You were the fullness of beauty and humanity
And I still long for you to love me
February 19, 2022
Copyright © Andrew Jacob Jung | Year Posted 2022
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