Gender Bending

His eyes shift
to the right just slightly
when he lies
and the other performers wonder
what thoughts
run through
the rivers of his skull,
what words refuse
to come out of his mouth
and instead sit cradled
in the caves of the stomach.

He likes to think
of me as reckless,
like the sea,
even when I sit
and watch the rainfall
as I wait
to make love to
when she comes
around again.

He stands in the mirror
looking back at me
when I walk up
to the glass
and smiles a big Cheshire grin,
all teeth,
with a knowing
and a third eye showing,
blinking and grasping
for my lungs
to share my breath,
as I wonder to myself

who am I?

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