everything about me
is pulled
to you

..into your wet
m-a-g-n-e-t

except, that reality has the upper hand
grip so tight
it smothers

aaaaaaaaaaahhhhh….  being born
you are so **** to me
but you can’t handle this urgent energy between us
time won't give
but this fantasia keeps spilling over
the one you sleep with


you let go of the threads of this thing
only to see yourself
stranded
in the one place you half-expected to find me

inside your head
how come I'm still there?