Do I live here? deep between the ripening caves of your teeth, or the rips of soft flesh on your lips, where I can fly within your bloodsteam, explore the cells and explode the angry immigrants. Airborne visitors. ring the doors of your iris and build a home in your bones, I can make myself all half of you: beating between heartbeats.
I can convince your brain never to end, or explore the terrors of the world, keep you safe and live forever. I can hear bears inside these caves, we will dance forever to the wild hum inside you, playing drums and eating fruit.