Dual Nature

Admit something:
Everyone you see, you say to them,
“Love Me.”

Of course you do not do this out loud;
Otherwise, someone would call the cops.

Still though, think about this,
This great pull in us
To connect.

Why not become the one
Who lives with a full moon in each eye
That is always saying,

With that sweet moon
Language,


What every other eye in this world
is dying to
Hear.

This might sound audible
but still goes impregnable


like a particle it distorts
as well it bends as a wave

She does have something which
no one sees only
from the realm I can feel.