Tears drown my cheeks as the brisk air caresses my chin
The unerring coercion calls itself
home
This vice-ly steel; these foreign teeth
the man beside me asks
"who were you"
I answer
"I was a lot of things."

I feel it when
I lie in the clutter
parched and stirring
it tells me to close my eyes
so, I can see
it hands me it’s nourishment
love is the light
that leads me in the dark
when my eyes are closed
and hands are tied
It feeds my senses
And suggests
all things point to yes

if i were solid matter
i'd melt down into liquid gold
or silver
a sliver of mercury that isn't yours
nor mine
i'd be something that doesn't belong to you
nor me
because this isn't about you
or me
so here's to mind and spirit
or something other