Who Am I

Who am I?

you might never know,

if you do not stay

but instead you go.

What defines me

in my very own way,

there’s so many parts

but who’s to say.

It’s not my hair

whether combed or not,

it’s just brown hair

and I’ve got a lot.

It used to be blonde

when I was young,

sometimes in Summer

1it returns with the sun.

Unlike some who

saw it come and go,

now bald as a knee

with nothing but glow.

Maybe my eyes

a deep gentle blue,

a path to my soul

only taken by a few.

Certainly not my teeth

all thirty-two,

mostly original but

crowns on a few.

Not labeled hairy

but some on my chest,

a lady or so found it

for fingers to nest.

But if you really desire

to know what I’m about,

you have to dig deep

seek without doubt.

A big part of me

is my searching mind,

always so busy

trying to be kind.

My thoughts are many

often running amuck,

seldom staying still

yet sometimes getting stuck.

Then there’s my heart

beating with such desire,

giving life to my body

I hope not soon to retire.

Mechanical by nature

emotional by myth,

aching and breaking

always questing a with.

Last but not least

there’s my tortured soul,

binding all the parts

to make them whole.

It’s these last three

where you must go,

if I’m the one

you wish to know.

All the rest of the parts

only make me a male,

from the other three

a man strong without fail.

But the best of soldier

rising from a fight,

needs a fair maiden

to calm the night.

Not merely a mate but

to share what some hide,

nor to lead or follow

better to walk side by side.

So tell me true

and answer this,

what would it harm

to start with a kiss?

Who am I?

you might never know,

if you do not stay

but instead you go.

Gary R. Cramer

October 28, 2014