Friday, February 14, 1992

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.

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