Out of Place

He’s a weird one, alright,

Never marched with the gratified herd.

Trapped within four walls,

He aches to be heard.
The untamed, ecstatic realm —

An element he’s always feared.

What do you want?

The tempter whispered.

Summer — cold and understood.

Winter — hot and passionate.
Numbed of shame and deception,
Ever forgiving. 
With a wry smile he declared:  
“Nothing in between”.

The alchemist within chuckled,

Half amused, half reverent he said,
“Dear Lamb of God,

You’re too weird for this realm, alright.”

                              - Nodame