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