Transmigration

The poor boy, with the best of intentions
became a teen with many neglect ions.
to him and himself, but put others first.
his thirst for knowledge caused his mind to burst.
He swallowed, himself, deep into a vacuum.
nothing in or nothing out, just what this crazy world was a about.
In the midst of his transition, he knew when he met his love without doubt.
and hoped for her to one day be his spouse.
Then one day, the only thing left was his mouth,
for from fingertip to toe top
he engulfed himself, silent, not a peep or a shout.
he swam through his insides trying to find his soul mate,
digging through his inners he realized he casted the line, but he also took the bait.
emerged and sifting though entrails, not heads nor tails, just fail,
he thought his life would end up nothing more than a typical tale.
his love grew lonely, and she began to chew down by her shoes.
one by one she counted down as she devoured toes, until she was down to two.
breathe of feet, she only wanted to be by his side and her heart cracked.
nearly shattered, she felt as a wife being battered, something she lacked.
the once boy, then teen, now man,
turned into someone she could not stand.
she wanted her toes buried in the sand,
this wasn't a part of the plan.
by the time she gnawed to her knees, she begged and began to scream,
"give me my love back for I am splitting at my seams!"
the boy heard the faint echoes from the young beauty's lungs.
so with a burst of energy, it was if a song was sung,
and became a battle cry, and they both cried, but why?
The boy wanted to be found, but now it was lost and find.
He tried, and the vibrations from one another's throat,
created a wavelength for them to row they're boat.
With vision like light from a tunnel, straight fixed.
their sight funneled, they listened, for the hands and they're ticks,
they thought it was a trick, but time had finally heard their pleas,
and time had stopped for their blind eyes could see.
their fingers, hands, lips, then bodies touched.
gazing they were able to say, "i love you so much", something deeper than lust.
but without words, an unspoken connection.
looking at each other was like a mirror's reflection.
a glow emerged from them, and the dark became a deep grey.
all depression that was so thick turned to fray,
the dim and blurred, was now clear,
and once riddled, they both were rid of fear.
with a tear of the opposite of what so many were before.
there strayed away from the malice and hatred. they soared.
flying through the air, feeling free, gliding through air streams,
from reality, to nightmare, was finally a complete dream.
and it was everything they hoped it could be.