|You have what I covet.
The pristine, functioning, magical, mystical male physique.
I want my puzzled reality to finally be set.
Striving to obtain the goal,
ever thinking and toiling.
It possesses me in my darkest, deepest soul.
To be whole and complete.
Disgruntled, I play in my back yard; surmising I’ve been cheated.
You have what I need.
An intricate puzzle being built
painstaking...piece at a time.
Forming a DaVinci that only I can adore and conceive of.
I have what I was given;
And the breathtaking gift of life.
This body betrayed me and brought me nothing
but mind-numbing strife.
Life itself revolves around and is entangled like gnarled vines by them.
around in your mind.
Sometimes it stops, and
And you realize a ‘choice’ wasn’t yours to find.
In the blanketing silence emerges
Who I am. What I am.
Thank God finally I wake with a SLAM.
No need to covet or shout.
The final piece has been placed.
How could there have been any doubt?
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