The Shape Of Water Poem by Chuy Amante

Of its own,
inherently speaking,
that which
is transparent,
when undefiled,
has what shape?

My love,
do I create
you the way
I want you?

If eye set
the parameters,
size, shape,
sound, and desired look,
am I not seeing
the real you?

Water is a cylinder
in a Ball jar
Water is mist
coming over the falls
Water is hard as a rock
in an Articular way

So what is reality?

Do I change reality
according to my wants?

I want to see you,
as you are.
I want not to put
my glasses on...
bare naked...
the real
you expressing,
undaunted.
That, I want to experience

Oh it's acceptable
exceptional
puuurfectdelectable.

I'll not change you,
be free