Refractions.
Am I really better in your eyes than my own?
will you still like me after you've stamped your version of me all over?
Do you think it will fit like a comfortable skin, silken to the touch?
That I won't be a snake,
who, out grows and sheds every version you have of me?

I like snakes.
They don't pretend to be anything other than what they are
No matter how you contain or treat them,
they always demand a certain respect,
that a muscularly powerful twitch,
can easily validate

And yet here you are,
liking that incomplete notion of me
The glint in my eye, the openness of my soul
My simple imperfect honesty
that I am wholly and completely reconciled in
basking with glorious rapture in freedom of
and still you want to change me and
take it all away?

Even crazier still,
I let you...