Multiple Faces And Vulnerability

shall i pretend to you that i have only one face forever?
you are silent
you think like a deep river
despite the storm when the waters from the mountains come
force you to rise and run and rage

you are my night and day
you have seen the changing of my hues

i turn red like a rose
become white like a carnation
become sturdy like a bark of the oak tree
sometimes i turn into stone

you see me and touch me with your wind and mist

like a diamond i wear some corners
some faces for me to glitter

to find meaning in the life that i carry within my arms

a lull
rocking of my feet
mechanisms of my coping up

in your silence i set aside my masks
and face you
shed off some faces and look at you

i become so vulnerable
as you kiss me in my lips

i quiver
i become so light
i become so alive
i become so real

all the other faces fade like a fume from the funnel

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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