To you, the ground beneath my feet
Every step I take,
you support me.

You stand with me,
in my times of trouble

I am warmed by your embrace,
as I become entranced in your outfit of lace.

Nothing could be more finely crafted,
than my connection with you.

The ages may wear on you,
yet you remain the only one
my sole longs for.

For you truly are...
My favorite pair of shoes.

My limbs pinned and flayed.
A curious crowd of men hover overhead,

Floating faces bobbing closely
Like great bearded balloons.

In a flash of white and sharply gleaming silver,
They swiftly strip my leather skin

And, upon prying the cage, are astounded to have found
Only a cavity in the place a heart should be.

Throughout my warren of vein sits the last true proof
That anything once flowed there—

A thickly pickled ichor to make sickened
Wives’ stomachs turn at their evening roast.

You live out your life
While I bleed my feelings.
Oh how different we are.

I love cats,
They always tell the truth.
If they don’t love you
They won’t pretend.

There's an "i" in isolation
In fact there are two
But to tell you the truth
One "i" will do

A vulnerable "i"
An "i" in seclusion
Since feeling together
Might all be illusion

There is only "i"
Only one altogether
Because in the end
There's no "i" in forever