“A man’s face is his autobiography. A woman’s face is her work of fiction.” ~ Oscar Wilde
I wonder what my face is
for I straddle both worlds with equal measures
of inhibition and boldness;
one foot on memory and the other on imagination
as I ride mystery of life into the sunset
The poem is in response to Prompt Nights, “When diving into the possibilities of Role Reversal”. Take note of the imperfect image above refusing to fix into the box!