ZoeBee

I am made of lies and truth
Of songs and silence
Age and youth
I am dumb and I am wise
(Though more the former, no surprise)
My height is tall, my patience short
My smile is soft, not my retort
I am made of days and nights

You cannot write without reading
Or read without writing
You cannot love without hating 
Laugh without crying
Win without losing
Form without fracturing
You cannot be whole until you have been undone

The skeleton fell hard for the girl
Who breathed sweet air and felt the tickle of grass on the soles of her 
Feet
The skeleton ran a finger down her ribs
Listening to the xylophone pings

I love Death and
He hates Me
We tango in false ecstasy
All my calls
They are ignored
And when we meet He
Looks abhorred
I kiss His cheek
He slaps my face
And tells me to stay in my place

Once every Thursday, you must useify 
One 
(1)
False-bottom word
(How rude
It's naturally like that)
A Good woman once said
To believe in as many as 
Six!
(6) (!)
Impossible things before breakfast

What do you see
When you look at me?
Head, shoulders, knees and toes
Perhaps a poet 
Feasibly a fool
Possibly a lover
Conceivably a king
Peradventure a page
Mayhaps you see my reflection
Creeping up behind you