With a stare that could dissolve me,
Like a statue of graphite fear.
In a chamber of destitution,
Silence eerie to my ears.

Inky shimmers that once swooped,
Gracefully hang so proud.
In this popular visited institution,
Apart from the swarming crowd.

Glossy eyes that seem unmoving,
Fixes its glare on those who pass.
In important graceful belonging,
And protection of this mass.

ah jest wanna boomerang
back into the womb
versus being threatened
courtesy beastie boy gang
beating me to a pulp
after accurately discerning
being scared shitless pang
suddenly imagining myself
buffered, and buttressed
within zen Sibyl
prophet table Chinese philosophy
known as Yin and Yang.

Role play
Such a catchy name
But trust me when I say
It is not a game
It can definitely be fun
But it's so much more
I do get put into positions
I never did before
Pun intended....
In fact
Its quite alike
The switch from a mother -
into A wife
One moment, I’m the nurturer
A gentle voice, a guiding light,
With hands that heal and soothe away fright.
In another, I’m the passion, fierce and bold,
A lover, reaching into her partner’s soul.
As a mother, I cradle and mend,