Face forward
While I rest My eyes
Into Your back
A representation of where
he and I stand
Stewing in rage
Feeding from repeated
Encounters
his struggle
Defines Your strength
his fear
Stems in the beautiful
his confusion
Partners’ fervor against disdain
his lips fluent
In a language he cannot interpret
Yet
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Interesting… I need more passion though…
It could be that the poem lacks passion. Far more likely however, is that you lack nuance.