A metaphor… love is a metaphor to everything of beauty. I found my metaphor in her arms. Her not a he and this is the things that we as human beings don’t comprehend. Love owns no gender, love owns no rules. We’ve been taught through life that there are certain kinds of people who shouldn’t be accepted when in reality we all are the same. Who I have sleeping in my bed in my arms at night owns the right to be who they are not who the world expects them to be. I found my metaphor my love. She opened a door to my heart that I thought only I had the key to when in all truth… I owned the spare she has the original. I was placed in a world where so many told me I had no place in being because my he was a she. My love owns no gender only a one person deal her name slips off of my tongue onto my pillow at night as I dream of the day I can kiss her in public and the stares will melt into a standing ovation… a day that I soon hope will come. Her heart owns mine, nothing in this world could take that from us. Only father time. We don’t know when or how we will die but I do know that I will find my peace by her side. When she dies it will be the most beautiful thing because nobody has ever died with their heart still beating… but this girl when she dies she will be alive within my chest, within this thing she calls hers. I am a girl and she is a girl but together we are the world. Society puts a warrant on the heads of the innocent who only try to find themselves in a way that they’re too simple to understand. Love is too complex these days… said nobody ever. Love is love no matter the gender no matter the *** recognition. You are who you are you love who your heart tells you to love. Changing to fit someone else’s perception of love or to be who they expect you to be is something I’ll never be able to do. I as a human being own the right to fight for something I love and believe in and that is her. I believe in her I love her I am a part of her as she is a part of me. Not even surgery could remove her from myself. We are merely two bodies with one soul and two separate minds. The problem with that is she constantly runs through mine. The world tells us that we are wrong… but something this wrong has never been so right. I’ll fight till the day I die to show the world our love through our eyes. Our love… something that no guy could supply. I have fallen for her, and fallen is a term used so loosely. This girl shoved me off the edge of a cliff only to jump as soon as she did, grabbing me by the arm rolling her sweet body underneath mine as we fell to our fate… she is my fate. It’s way too late for society to tell me that who I am who I love is something so wrong. They dispute our feelings for one another as if it’s debatable. My life is not a political meeting you cannot tell me who I can and cannot be with. Society sees it as just another “phase” I’m only here to show them that yes throughout our life’s we go through stages and phases that soon we grow out of only to find our final phase who defines us as who we are… I have found my final phase and society here is the big ******* to you because she’s the one who my final phase shall be spent with. Her touch is like no other, the way her hands slide over my body purely out of love. How she sees me in ways that I couldn’t possibly dream of seeing myself. Not only does she touch my body and make love to my body she undresses my thoughts as she watches them walk throughout my heart. She kisses the scars I’ve left on myself inside and out. The way I let society tell me who I was supposed to be, how listening to them almost destroyed me… took me to the point of no return no turning back now I have to take this wonderful weapon with a bullet in the chamber engraved with Katlyn the one who never came to know who she was in this cruel world… instead she was the gun and her heart was the bullet piercing through my mind and my soul creating the only thing that I’ve ever known. I found my metaphor in her eyes, the ones that shine so bright as they stare back into mine. I swear I can see the future through her beautiful deep brown eyes. I lose myself in them and pretend that I don’t know where I am going just to be able to stay a little longer. I long for the day when we’ll be united as one by the state and how we can declare our love to this world on paper… although it’s just a paper stating something we’ve known all along. I was born to find this girl in my life at a time where life was no longer my dreams where I had fallen to my knees begging for someone to take the knife away from me before I ended something so precious to someone I hadn’t had the chance to meet. In the same day I had taken that gun and placed it to my brains she sent me a message saying… I fell for you the first time I saw you. You tell me what you’d do… a girl you’ve had your eyes upon for so long and in your mind knowing you’d never be able to love the way that she so deserves messages you telling you that you are her future in this world… Society can let me bend over so they can press their lips to my sweet *** and kiss it firmly because this girl… this girl was born for me as I was for her. Kimberly is her name… and soon she’ll be my everlasting metaphor

This round flame is not here to attack you
it is the energy of who I was, who I am, and who I may be.

If you look into the shimmering ball of flame you will see who I was,
you will see my sorrows in the morning and regrets at night
I was buried and my roots knew I was not ready.

Ball of flame show them who I am now...

“her spell was broken by her inner spirit named truths leading freedom to be born
her angel hair let loose to finally be in touch with the wind
her smooth fingers understood each cryptic part of her body
her earthly feet connected with the sound of her heart beat”

See,
these roots are not completely hugging all my body

Ball of flame show them who I will be...

“Standing tall close to the horizon she is not yet a complete tree. She will soon be who she wants to be in time. See, each inch will soon be covered by her magical world and mirrors reflection that will continuously shape her spirit. Tomorrow she and the flame will beam brighter that she will begin to believe she is nearly close to becoming a complete goddess to her kingdom”

Many fears had to be let go in order for these roots to reach my chest and grip my heart’s truth
What are your truths? Are you living by them? Are you proud of them?

Ball of flame, I wish them and my growth the best.

Gentle kisses
tattooed in and out every inch
Soothing you into is different escape of pleasures

The day is short
finally understanding peace in bed after lovely whispers

Mornings are light weight
for they have completed half the day  before wake

Honest February
what thing, place, and sound reminds them of

...us

Breakfast in bed
we can fast as long as they are by our side

hug me and escape with me

...Just you and me

Hands held tight
for every second counts

Will it be you?,
you who I will see in my paradise

We are one,
firm and soft skins
is a mix to good love

Good love,
that feels like a breeze once wrapped around,
It is peace

air chimes my bells
as I close my eyes
to find us here

It is celestial

Truths were talked
truths were texted
worries rang my phone
my worries rang yours

For a year
8am through 4pm
my cheeks ached with a brighter smile

For a year
8am through 4pm
parked car therapy session consisted of us exploring our thoughts in winter along with the warmth that your truck comforted us with

In your car
late night sleeps with you consisted of your cologne
dreamy and sleepy
With you by me

4am
let's go home

my silent whisper,
....I love you best friend

my gentlemen,
fresh and smooth,
led by your hands and feet to join you in your musical beats to dance

time was out of sight and out of mind
carried away by our moment

Another day, anticipated
What is next?

Late night dinner
with your fresh printed patterned shirt along with that clean cut beard and smooth edges

I,
with dresses showing every curve, smooth black hair, cute painted finger nails you like to pick at and hold

carried away by our moment
ready to travel the night

For a year,
temptation crawled our minds
words were never spoken
our brown eyes knew what it wanted
shy maybe?,

biter liquor brought us courage

early morning,
hung and stunned
by courage

Late night drinks
"I don't want this to mess up our friendship"
"you know me more than anyone"

Could I... Be the one?
Is he... the one ?
I feel it in me

your pocket rings

and that moment

...POPS...
.
.
"Hi babe"

****** out of the trance
8pm felt darker  
space felt compacted clothes felt tight
heart shattered
throat knotted

For a year
my truths spoke
my truths texted

For a year
she had you
you had her
and you

..had me

Time tells you
you tried to tell it

"it's not who I want to be"

time                                                                                
by time
by time

"dear time leave it behind"

I am still moving
in winds
in bees
in love
in trees
in water
in feet
in pain

Swayed and drifted
in bed

play and repeat
the melody of piano
play and repeat

I am moving
in fingertips
for touch
is never
the same

I am moving
I am sure you are on repeat

Swayed and drifted
in hazards
of all dark colors

see me

for I am
your shadow

I am
east, west
south, north
Surrounded by shadows times

Swayed and drifted
by who you want to be today

let I be
your healed pain
your dancing feet
your fresh water
your wavy trees
your tender love
your buzzing bees
your mystical winds

let I,
be your time.