Shapeshifters

I'll make a bed for you here

all stone floors and broken walls,

I’ll open the curtain and let the sunshine fall onto your form,

laid out and yearning.

I’ll make room for your silence as you make your way through your mind

Uncovering lost thoughts and memories.

Nights spent out under the stars… singing

Sending those prayers up to the heavens,

To an unknown god,

as shapeshifting as yourself.

You have a knack for growing things,

and your hands are full of ruckus as you build your empire on the backs of broken things,

a whole world full of broken things….

And when the light catches them right, they splay out tiny rainbows cast across rooftops and city streets!

Echo, and come back to yourself.

Let your primordial cry ravage through this city

and call back the misfits who fit beside you,

the misfits whose bodies fit like puzzle pieces to your own misaligned form.

There is no way to measure perfection.

Especially when I look at you.

Form declared unnatural by closed but prying eyes.

But I see peaks and valleys of beauty, a whole lifetime of stories to make a heart break at the wonderful becoming of you.