Not Lovely Parts

You suppressed rainbow tones
by placing brown bags on the stained glass chest
That was a personality

Tied around your ankle, they watched you on the beach
Dragged around scallop shells to make music
Slipping on seaweed, and you fell with a pop
on the air sacs that kept your heart afloat

In the ocean caged by dry land you spread out
on the pebble sand, mouth open and facing the sky
Taking back every part of you that was second-guessed
Accepting each bit in a manner that told the world
"It matters to me, even if not to you"

A hand stretched out to capture air  
and that is when the taping began
You said they had seen enough through your windows
and now you are preserving what is left
Of the bad parts of you that are open
Secreting a scent only real love can find

They had asked

You replied

"I am listening to the sound of the invisible parts
That they consciously deny love to"