With Only One
with only one
alone with only one
and sometimes the confusion of two
a mono-world full of off-angled mirrors
i could never tell who was the reflection
from the reflected
the speaker from the listener
the good from evil in a
skewed and jumbled world.
alone with only one
and always the pain of many
a crowded world full of victims gassed and
tortured.
i could never tell the living from the
dying
the laughing from the crying
pain from pleasure in an
orderly yet insane world.
alone with only one
and the knowing of not knowing
whether love was coming or going
in the arms that fed and held me
there to caress or choke me
a fang beneath soft lips
that would kiss
and sometimes bleed me.
1996
Copyright © Joseph Adler | Year Posted 2021
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