The Choice

You call and we laugh,
Daily living spoken in hushed tones.
Our own stupidity humorous,
As we dash away the minutes.

Business talk floats in and out,
Your disdain of women bosses,
Lack of decision deems their foul,
I am offended, lashing back, shocked at your honesty.

Denial, in my face, false in my truth.
A decision to be made,
Yet one I can not go to,
Fouled by my own indecision.

Two men, opposite poles,
He is the north.
You the south.
I am the equator.

Divided time lines,
Separated heart, antagonistic soul.
I stand still in the arctic circle,
Surrounded by southern breezes.

Love of two men,
A choice to be made,
Heathen yens,
Abnegate cravings.

Muse or Warrior?
Both swim in my soul,
Time to chose,
This place I can not go....

dlt © Feb. 7 2005