The Transformation

When you look at me like that
When your guilt rushes up at me
And your guilt rushes over mine
I feel like I’m on fire
And I take a glass, transparent

You give me a slow look up and down
Stare at my stomach
Stare at my belly button
You look satisfied when our eyes meet
I feel on fire, I liquefy

You stare searching for the vices deep down inside of me
Like a scientist looking for a mysterious phenomena
You start speaking tongues
You’re so unnatural, unhandled, gentle

When I’m conflicted by the worst, I look up to you
I liquefy and fall on the floor
Sinking, laughing, longing horror
You fall on your knees, bending your limb, growing
I freeze and I liquefy
Amongst your leg, pleased I’m going to stand

Your law is in my vellum, an abstraction
And when that God molecule screams, unconstrained
You’re lost in your apocalypse, you transform
Now you have me to shape our sorrows

He pulls his hand out of his pocket
But that is not a hand
And that is not a pocket
I pull a hair out of my mouth
But that is not a hair
And that is not my mouth