two women?

who are they?

these two beautiful women left and right

are they sisters of mercy

or partners in crime?

 

who are they?

shining in oil rubbed onto you

neroli, sandalwood, ylang ylang too

with these grateful ageing hands

that can’t stop touching you

 

her on the left with eyes of regret

pursed lips quivering, unable to speak

red roses coiled into piercing crown of thorns

and a kestrel cupped in a delicate hand

 

her on the right, with hair coiled tight

sharp lips considering how to attack

and there’s no point arguing

because you know she’ll be right

 

who is she?

those watery eyes staring directly back

and her crying finished

now revenge in her sights

 

who are they?

these two beautiful women left and right

are they different people

or is that not the point?

is it the same woman

in different stages of flight?