PORTRAIT OF MAN

You promise me the future;
A chrysalis of silk-
Your cheek is smooth-
I long for your potential.

Tell me when the butterfly
Of steel and stone emerges;
Come back, that I may touch,
And you would know me as man,
Son of man, who saw the Son in
You.

You promise me the future;
A chrysalis of coal-
I ache to see the end of night,
Of blackness, and see in you
The fire of a diamond.