Imagine a twin, a copy, a clone, if you will,
A rendition.
Inclined to think more than talk while you talk a lot.
Eyes blink in sync and blush the same pink.
Take her by the hand, your hand, witness, in reflection.
Reflection.
Paint your desires and preferences on her.
Think.
What will ameliorate me?
Me revealing me.
Mirror yourself, then look at the mirror.
Feel, see the differences,
You think you hate yourself,
Original face green, bulging, crinkled,
Spiteful, ugly, over-analytical, unlovable, wrinkled?
No.
Mirrors never show how other people see you.
Adorable, attractive, warm, honest, loving.
What exists of you?
No carbon copies, no pictures could bear
The weight of your beautiful, playful, blue glare.
Clones would collapse, too high a bar to reach,
Astound, heartache, rain-cloud eyes, cherished,
I am your ears, I am your heart, I am you.
 
With you, for you, because of you,
 
I love you.

“Thou art forbidden,”
He said, pointing to
The ominous, looming giant of a Tree
So frightening, yet we feel hints of intrigue.
But no, no we are prohibited,
Fenced in by paradise,
Fenced out by fear.

So, in our young life,
We averted our eyes.
We hurried past the Tree,
Anxious to please,
Walking briskly to the Trees of Faith, Belief, and Fate,
Brittle and weak of trunk, but of pleasant leaves
That produces such a pleasant shade
From the glaring heat of the high sun

You and I gestured and gesticulated,
Attempting to justify which tree of the three
We should use as a home.
We grunted and groaned, shrieked and moaned our dispute
And, I, in a primal huff, stomped away
Eyes blinded by frustration.

I was wholly incapable
Of reason, of sight, of sound.
In a whirling state, I stumbled.
On a root of the magnificent
Forbidden Tree.
I gasped.
There.
The source of rebellion against
Everything He taught me.

Jaw set firm, fists clenched,
I marched up to the nearest offering
Defying condition, against instinct,
I lifted my hands.
I reached for the Forewarned Curse.

I bit into sin.
Its juice burst onto my tongue
I desperately and eagerly
****** the newly revealed flesh and
Realized bliss,
Passion, tragedy, and fury,
Oasis out of chaos.

How could I have thought that this was paradise?
What vice ignorance holds!
What horror forbiddance harbors!

Oh, oh, I can Feel
My hands,
I can Feel,
Think, and
See.
I can finally Be!
What exuberant joy!
I must share, share these astounding epiphanies!

The branch that saved me still bounces and shakes,
Deceivingly resembling a sort of snake.

Oh, my love, my universe,
I will save you, I will uproot you from stagnation.
For I am now
The Venue of Truth.

I have a body made of air
Hair of water
Skin of clouds
Flower eyes
Fingertips sip nectar
Lips stripped
Legs of refuge
Lungs of freedom
Blood of wind
Mind of sky
Mind in sky
Purity of existence

The sun's light overwhelms my senses.
My soul, my mind have become accustomed to
The Darkness of our secret world.

Warning:

You are paralyzed by the hallucinated demise
Stimulated by the distortion of
Your mental reality highlighted with opportunities
To amend your insecurity with your body.

Now is the time to revise your sighs into War Cries.
Recognize. End it. Rebirth your mind.

I am sure there is more than what it seems.
Frustrated tears and tables pounded
By clenched fists and
Eyes rolled to the heavens
For some kind of patience,
Just so happen to appear whenever
You happen to come near.

Empty pages waving at me
Filling my mind with hope
The illusion rushes over me
And I sigh with relief
At the opportunity
Sitting in front of me,
Resting in its own potential purpose,
My release and my peace,
The infinity of its ephemeral capacity.