I fell in love with a chameleon
He was adorable
He was beautiful
He was one color
But as his hesitation to come off
his branches faded, he began a
series of changes.
His color, once a beautiful green,
became a swirl of red and black,
a sign other animals use as the
universal poison warning. The
markings of one in for the fight.
I heeded my warning too late,
injected with a toxin that still
runs through my veins to this
I was infected by the once harmless,
now fatal attraction to change.