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