Destiny
He dwells in honey-like simplicity
Draped in ordinary ideas
Hiding his wholesome, solid structure
Waits alone in quiet workplace
Protecting waterfall blue eyes
Allows thick lids to droop
He awakes as her voice echoes
He stands still, with a crystal gaze
He remains motionless within his innocence
Projecting religious purity in subtle disguises
He is confused within the softest core
Spreads secret desires into battled environment
He finally cracks his surface
Displays deeper, less clothed confessions
As he slowly progresses
She collapses completely
She learns he has transformed
Into something she can no longer identify
Copyright © Elizabeth Stansberry | Year Posted 2006
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