Tightrope Act

we are born two halves of one whole,
one with blue eyes
and the tools of man,
the other with yellow
hiding in the grass

some of us lost this balance long ago,
fell over one side of the line
we've been walking,
waiting now to see what that means

most who drop this tightrope act
end up with clockwork hearts,
but we the few remember the beast

it isn't easy,
biding one's time
disguised as mechanized kinfolk,
knowing someday
a lover might peel back your
stolen colored contacts

knowing love need be pumped,
wasting oil all the way

I beg you, someone
drink of my heartsblood,
stare into the eyes of a beast
and remember the forest --
something even a mechanical monkey
like yourself should recall with favor

peel back my skin
and wait for the laughter;
peel back my eyes
and find them within

-mine