I Am A Chameleon Poem by Mark Heathcote

Nutrition is a word a substance.
I need the flesh of her bones
Morrow of her existence
Splurged across my own,
Before, we've decomposed.

Some people, luxuriate in poverty
So much so they bathe-in-muck
The filth of their own, excrement
Like lily beetle grubs self-absorbed in the mirror
In their poor-lost divinity, identity,

Shouting look, look, this isn't the real me
You are neglecting me no one cares for me
Why don't you love me?
Love me for who I am.
I am a chameleon, can't you see me.

Look here I am preening my scales
My feathers - lover, builds me, a nest.
So as I can idle and admire myself entire
Love is very nutritional,
But no I'm not a carnivorous spider.

Though I can dangle and hang out alone
I don't choose to because
Even if I neglect you
I promise you that I still love you
And my heart would bleed if you were to leave.

Nutrition is a word a substance.
I need the flesh of your bones
The morrow of your existence
Splurged across my own
Before, we have both decomposed.

But I'm not a carnivorous-spider
But I still want you in my eiderdown,
Black and brown, like a feathered bird,
Tarring my feathers to the ground
I-want-to-be spoon-fed your-love