A three dimensional human
my barely soul intact,
after battered and torn journeys.
Not one or two complexities
more twists present,
with a spirit driven by worldly love.
Feel my heartbeat in the dark
far into the sun of noon,
as I search the flesh and blood sphere.
Not just a ghost haunting,
but a glorious nature
surviving the fire of everyday life.
Please take my hand gently,
dance with me slowly
under society’s full moon madness.
Embrace my brief existence,
love me for who I am
not just who you want me to be.
For I am a human in creation
born from Eve,
to taste the bittersweet that surrounds.
You cannot see through my facade,
even though transparent
hungering for compassion from humanity.
Timothy Michael DiVito c2022