My Body In Line With Its Preconceptions Poem by Peter S. Quinn

My body in line with its preconceptions
The truthful and cruel exactness of my flesh
Look that I see in the mirror's reflections
My heart cannot accept in its blink enmesh
A likeness that whirls around its clear-cut
Of its silhouette-shadowy blood-red strait line
A drawing I thought was disproportionate
I've seen in silvery blue moonlight shine

My heart is a seed in the palm of the space
Or a fish swimming straight in its scattered salt
The body bears a meaning to love ways
Through whirling streams of life instigation vault
I'm green like growth and leaves of debate
My chair is the red in the love that I date