The Good place

Burn Yourself

There is an unfounded rumour
about Sherlock Holmes.
A rumour that he suffered from a mental disorder.
Specifically: Autism.
Specifically: Asperger's.
More specific? The reason he was so great at great detail was that he had difficulty
in consuming things as a whole.

So,
He saw - the legs, the sheets, the dimming lights but couldn't, see a table.
He saw - You, me, us but couldn't be
subtle.
He saw - The sparkling gown,
The knee-high slit in the dress,
The reverse eclipse around the eyes
But not you.

Now, I'm not the deductionist but
If I were
Sharing nudes; I would advise against it.
I mean, I'm pretty sure those are breasts
beautiful enough to bear
bountiful bootylicious fantasies but,
I'm also sure that staring at a naked sun,
bare eyed is dangerous.
Especially at dusk.

I'm not the deductionist but
If I were,
I've caught you red-handed.
Rather gooey-slimy black handed.
You should hand me the pains.
The ones you've been
painstakingly and painfully
extracting, along with their teeth.
I can see it under your eyes.
The darkness, slowly taking over.
Give it to me.
Let's bathe in the nightmares together.

I'm not the deductionist but
If I were,
I'd say, "Don't kill a man
wearing a sparkling dress,
one he can see his face in.
They say mirrors can trap souls.
I'd rather you do it naked.
That's at least one Goddess he can absolutely claim to have seen,
To never see her again. Ever.
That's torture enough.

But that's not enough.
All of these parts of you have an absolution when standing alone but together
they are an improbability.
You are an impossibility.
All these facets of yours are too powerful,
too energetic to stick as a unit.
Do you know what happens when you force them together?
Do you know what happens when you simply exist?
Do you know what happens when you split an atom?
You get a nuclear explosion.
You burn perpetually.
You become a sun.

And for the ones who are far away
you're just a happy ball of fire.
And once one is close enough
none of your faces remain the same.
You are always new.
To an unexposed mind.
To this deductionist
you are incomprehensible.