Aries by birth;
by Circumstance, Gemini.
A little to the left,
and leaning slightly right
One foot on the playground
And one in a barroom;
Force of Nature—
Fire, burning—
against oneself.
The Lady and the Tiger
have different options.
The Lady and the Tiger
make different choices
And I, exhausted,
fight for middle ground
and at once wonder
Who will win me.
Peace finds no space
for one is followed closely
by the other
I am the loner who gets lonely;
The reclusive social butterfly.
Epitome of Joy
and Pain
Caged in my mind
Freed by imagination
And what else is there to be—
For what is the Tiger without the Lady?
The Lady without the Tiger?
