Metamorphose

METAMORPHOSE In every party there is a parting Plants an exception in every reception To dilute every unwanted salute At the same time device any vice Then fill up my cup till it spill No dismay if I don't have it this way Nor any dejection of rejection. Unprepared for the dramatic changes That accompany my passage into masculinity, The promised land where men are made, Couldn't she perceive the invisible hand Taking firm control of the reins of my heart? Is she ready for the passion it brings And the changes that cost you things? All she sees is the boy and friend, The one demoted to the benign 'hills of mediocrity' And still see the man with a boy's toy, The image of impotent potential Who passed the hours away in the backroom of their lives And who fulfills her fantasies and satisfaction. But I murdered self which brought me here - Manhood is change and it exceeds age My first adversary arose in her eyes Now I am recreated to spare no one In this battle to ascend my masculine throne Because my seeds: my boys are waiting to taste The fruit of my manly obedience, My girls are waiting to kiss their idol And for such as an husband example Fragmented by the iridescent flames of my transformation years. VickWizzy Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP} Copyright © 2016.