This is my 16th poem called "Belong"
Belong
The invaders
was lost
was seen as sneaky
behind locked
gates
recognized the
easy to fly
from old habit
on loan
updrafts
the friend
face
shut dead
angular
distorted
pale red
stranger
dark blue
cool sympathy
However
raised
turned against
his inside
in full respect
for consequences
in the life-building
differences walls
and limits
the saw shouted in the mood
engine flask
beat twelve
marks in the cylinder
by hour and minute
solid fuel then
a long time was over
coast
smeared
lust
and the sky retouched
where sea should be
just be
saved white
imperviously dry
of other kind
beyond yours and mine
patchy
even as naked
and show
there like the woman
deigned
being awake
in your own paradise
to name
incorporate
before
she left
evidence
where he
as a stranger
nothing else can
than to hear at home
in praise and rise