Polka dots

I find my identity in polka dots

One but two

Secluded yet infused

Whip me with your Bible

Kiss me with your nonchalance

Dance with me all life to Gods law till my feet hurt

And my breath is heavy

The irony of the two

The fallacy in tune

I find my identity in polka dots

The search for pleasure almost musical

The conductors queue promising

The high notes pivotal

Till I'm blown away into mysteries

The upside down blinds me

I can't find me

Rip me apart from my delusion

Tear me apart till it hurts

Then leave me alone

Staring at my remnants

The one now two

The remaining me still lost.