Two Sides of a Neck


Touching the soft spot behind my neck...
Where joy is instant...
Just a finger tip behind my ear can make me smile for days...
Standing there I thought I knew why my feet took root in your
heart...

But the back of my neck has another side...
This throat is the front of joy...
A face that is meant to feed you...
But it hides death daily...
This face is pale and worn as death gnaws from behind, licking the
smile away...

By: Gary Forsyth