What are you hiding?

You.
Under all those layers of sickly sweet scummy flesh?
Under those plastic eyes and painted lipped smiles?


And you.
Within that fragile form? Entangled in those silken curls?
Under your bubbles of troubles and well-saddled babbles?


And you too.
Caged within that genteel man-ness?
A lion? A wolf? A fox? A hyena?


And forbidden you.
A muscle resolve bolting your skin and bone together perhaps?
why were we forsaken?


And what about you? Pretty you.
My body’s friend. My confidence’s foe.


And you? Where are you?
I miss you. And your secret uncaring self.


And you. Brave heart. Lion heart.
My solace. My sol. My soul.
Am I worth the gold that is your mould?

We are seasons

The springtime of the mind 
Is the winter of the heart.