Close Yet Far

Entranced with my reflection,

Beholden to love myself.

I knew no thing as perfection,

For how imperfect it all was.

We laden the earth as grounding,

Though we bury the sun with lust.

How can my parents love me,

When the only lovers alive are us.

True beauty aligned in nature,

The monsters steer too close.

Shall I lay here and write on paper,

Or freeze in time the truly gross.

They may not benefit from my love,

That which they cannot see.

Are the glasses tinted for my love,

Or am I the only lover to be?

No overcoming the stage of falter,

My reflection and I drinking water.

Must we go on to showcase our pork?

The innocent displayed on our big fork.

Let me lay here and watch my reflection,

Let the stream over my cheeks with the rainforest merge,

They cannot see we are one,

So I’ll be the one to go first.