My Men

A lot of blisters, memories pale

black and white and rose

of love-warmth-care-compassion

You gave me, both of you . .

One amongst you, desperately walked

following my footsteps in sand,

my moonlight in dark to understand me.

Tried to change the moulded me, for desires in you

caressed my hair, discovering the native girl untouched

You trembled to get me all for you, always ready to wait . .

The other you, never timed to notice me,

walked a long way away,

where I searched for your imprints . .

You made me ready to wait,

reminding me you were still there, whenever I forgot.

Alive and cared preparing me to wait again

until what, still unknown!

Now, tell me where's the destiny;

with you who is in wait to absorb me

or you who has already been absorbed within?

When you spread your arms for me,

tell which to clasp and which to ignore

A world set only for me

or a world that's always mine . .