Mi Amor, Tu Estas Sufriendo

Dearest beloved

gentle of soul

whose morbid sense of humor humiliates those weak at heart

The words spoken through feather touch coils in sharp 

silver

Seek through ends of earth a like mind

Endless disappointment

the one and the same

Yet the puzzle has yet to fit that shell of the color 

defecate

To all eyes

dastardly in behavior, mischief in name, and membrane insane

The lover stands in the mirror

reflection of a negative and positive in between

The only one you ever loved was you