In Two Minds

What I love about her face
is the mystery it holds

What I hate about holds
is how it hangs on to secrets

What I love about secrets
is how they seek to protect us

What I hate about us
is how selective we can be

What I love about be
is how it lives in the now

What I hate about now
is how abruptly it’s gone

What I love about gone
is the space that it leaves

What I hate about leaves
is how they desert the trees

What I love about trees
is how they put a smile on her face

What I hate about her face
is the mystery it holds


This poem structure is copied from a poem by Roger McGough called 'In Two Minds' from his book 'Everyday Eclipses' published by Penguin Viking in 2002.

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