the poet

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I look out the window of my room.
As far as my eyes can see is nothingness.
Yet there is a peace in the stillness.
Still staring into the vast fields, I light my last cigarette.
The flame flashes a reflection on the window panes,
Superimposing my image over the open plains.
Yet the peace is not mirrored.
I am but an ugly blemish on the face of the land.
It's beauty is tarnished in one instant.
But then it is gone.
Now only the soft glow of the cherry remains.
As I take a drag from my cigarette a shadow appears.
Nothing like the former mask; this is not me.
I take another drag.
No, this is not me, it can't be.
The alluring cat-like features,
the eerie eyes that draw you into their depths
and hold you there.
Captivating yet withdrawn.
The full, sensuous lips that delicately call to be kissed.
The soft, lithe body that simply demands to be caressed.
True sensuous beauty fades as a door is opened behind me.
Light flashes on
And with it the return of the toad.
The cigarette is long gone, yet I am still staring,
Hoping to again catch a glimpse of the black-coat panther I saw just a short time ago.
My cousin climbs into my lap for a bedtime story.
Holding her, I look back to the window to see the eyesore.