choosing the metaphor of you

What Are You?

a crystal globe
in my front window?
diamond glass facets reflect
such small pieces-
the whole picture is there
but scattered in all directions.
white specks spin from ceiling to wall
ignoring angles, corners.

scattered and split
my arms cannot stretch the span of you
like trying to catch a sky of fireflies
in one hand, stars in the other

what are you
divided prism blended on a pallet,
brush twirling like batons on fire
the band plays but everyone is watching her,
trying to repress their fantasy
of the twirl turning into burn
until dropped into metal box
snapped lid suffocationm, signs of
relief and disappointment.

who are you today with me
my image of you
has a singular weight
pulled in to your gravity
but passing reflections pull my tides
with every pass and turn

who are we today mirror?
catch my eyes in reflective surfaces
stare, surprised
say to this stranger
who the fuck are you and
must you stare like that?

watch to remind yourself
the pieces do fall together
until step back, gone
to pieces out of reach

must I continue to become
after I am full?
sun face full of seeds
become and becoming
and becoming, head lower, lower
heavy, until wilt and sigh
becoming nothing but death and rot
unable to lift head to sunrise
another day.