Boundaries

The serpent winds around my being & I conjure a thought,

the sight of you is so surreal,
lines create your being,
so you must be breathing,
should I approach?

The edge of your skin meets the room,
an outline that signifies territories,
when in your State--I am comfortable,
the surrounding a wasteland of forget.

Your metamorphosis goes from human to concept--
I immediately regret putting you in this frame,
captioning your moments with phrases
I shame myself for letting my thoughts
get the Bests of you,
embarrassed that I could control the poem,

if my brain,
if my brain were normal
your deliberate existence would not appear
in each rain drop,
would not rear it's head like
the snake choking the life from my body.