A Dawn (My Ruddy Male Heart)

Just seeing the silhouette through the veil
my powerful heart beat real ruddy and male
making me more than I seemed before
like conversations that disappear.

This mirror I made
a keyword in the media today:
is the sickness the chicken crossing the road
or an existential ground up toad?
For a witches brew
in my horseless carriage I go
to fulfill my shopping list
the echoes I kiss
on the lisp.

A cusp of the hollow stance
a punch and a dance in the most high sun
or in the full moon run
it is these little things growing to know
the subtle outline around the veil shows
shadows over time shorten and then throw
off their existence like a bat in the dawn
I thrust back the curtain to gain
my naked eyes layed upon the light that comes
so blinding in the beauty
being hidden from me I burn.

She slowly slides back the veil and laughs
because my ruddy male heart she's won.