Fabrics gone, all we are is perceivably bare
Clad only in conspicuous licentious flare
Every kiss delivers quakes on the planes of my frame
Your every touch sets my skin aflame
Your words and whispers are bewitching spells
Expelling continent thoughts that in my head dwells
Each ****** sends me a hundred miles closer to the sky
Each stroke deliberately guiding me to fly
And once our souls finally amalgamate
Lines on your palms lead me to the gates
A place where there's only blissful demise
The gates, the entry to carnal paradise

A hall of distorted mirrors is what I gaze into
When I try to sort out my problems
A reflection that rings perceivably clean and clear
But theirs something I’m just not getting
The wishing well is all but dried up and theirs no hope left

With muscles taught its difficult to read her emotions
But her mind is made up and the statement is made
Like a weight lifting the pressure from her chest and shoulders
She will not retract her statement towards me
She just doesn’t want to see my face around this neighborhood anymore
And I’m gazing into hall of distorted mirrors
I can’t seem to realize what is happening
I think I’ve thrown these pebbles
Against her windowsill for long enough
And now their dents have become cracks
While the dogs bark into the moon
And the neighbors they turn on their lights
I should really realize when no means no
Thorns could pierce above my beloved head
Like Jesus and his suffering I’ve endured pain for long enough
No longer want the pain of your suffering
To dampen and worsen the already depressing sadness
Of my current mood
She just doesn’t want to see my face around this neighborhood anymore
No second chances or opportunities lurk around the corner
And I’m gazing into a hall of greatly distorted mirrors
Unable to pinpoint where my problems are
Wait any longer and she’ll call the cops
Or worse her older brother
To teach me a lesson
When she says she doesn’t want to see my
Around this neighborhood anymore

The available level of oxygen left in these debilitated lungs of mine is at .01% and I'm turning absolutely cerulean.

Regardless, I'm feigning things are fine.

My wizened lips are starting to quiver. They're growing numb from being elongated into a desperate smile.

I'm saying I'm fine when really I'm gradually starting to notice lights in front of my eyes and the world seems to be on a broken elevator that goes up and down much too quickly and my legs and arms have perceivably left the rest of my body to the forces of gravity.

But really, I'm fine.

For me as a kid
It was never about fitting in.

It was about belonging
As I was.

Not like it mattered.
I moved around too much
To have more friends
Than a dog and a stuffed lion.

By the time
I was around
Long enough to have anyone
At all
I was perceivably damaged
Enough
That I didn't know how to interact,
And how to treat and be treated.

So I'm figuring it out.
I'm pretty close, I think.

But it's a weird feeling,
Finding a place where
Your abnormalities
Fit like a missing element to a painting.

Being ripped from it,
And ripping things from your
Personality and nature
To fit somewhere where you'd never belong
Anyway.
You're just not that way.
Not that catty.
Not that fake.

And when they reveal the horrible,
Razor-laden truth to you,
You sit there bleeding,
And ever so
Softly
You are approached by quiet footsteps.

You breathe in and smell the forest.
You breathe out and feel soft feathers.
And ever so gently
You are enveloped in a new type of kindness,
A new type of love.
Something real and refreshing,
But familiar.
But instead of being the missing element of the painting like before,
You're a missing instrument in a song.
The missing metaphor
From the poem,
That connects all the symbolism,
So the imagery is just right.

And finally,
Flying by your side,
Within your arms,
The fire in your eyes,
And the light of your smile,
I am home.

Reach out and seek His hand
The day has turned to night
Darkness impairs vision's skills
Let Him be your sight

Even in the night there is nourishment
Even in the dark there is growth
The hope of morning perceivably far
He is with you as you go

Loneliness surrounds
As deep as night's despair
Can someone who seems so far
In this all be near?

As dawn begins to glow
Misted eyes of dew
The journeyed body's painting
Old has turned to new

Even in the day there is suffering
Even in the light there is pain
Illuminate all these miseries
Beloved, He calls by name