A Bias

A bias towards the feminine in men.
Awash upon a sea of violence.
Where habits swayed the coming
of the newborn light of day.

Invisible, the threads that held them
tight unto that one forbidden form.
Where ecstasy became a breeze
of feelings they'd forsworn.

Spark into a flame of unforgiving
yet unnamed ineptitude. A mood
that hid within the backwash
of forever waves of life and love.

How was it that she found the fire -
hidden there, so deep within his soul...?
Another member of the greater congregation
that wished his spell of illness unto her.

Opposites attract, just as the feel
of like on like is taking form.
Within the silent center, all those
feelings sought to be a newborn
form of life in time.

Reaching for a love that shattered
centuries of gross illusions. Intellect
bisected by forbidden rules of yore.
Growing from a core of pestilence.

Yet still, inside his heart, he felt
that bias toward his feminine appeal.
Awash upon a sea of violence.
Where habits swayed the coming
of the newborn light of day...

? Michaelette ?

9/6/2003
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