I woke up with a start, staring at a wooden door.
It was my front door.
Walking through it I reached a lawn.
Walking down my lawn i found a long road.
My road went off into the distance,
Walking down my road, trailing off into the distance.
As I reached the horizon, I saw a light amongst the fog.
The light belonged to a car, traveling through my fog.
My car crested the horizon, and drove onward.
The two lights signifying my car drew closer.
Amongst my fog, I could barely see my road.
As my car darted closer to me, I started to fear.
My car was speeding up, faster and faster,
Gliding over my road,
Ripping through my fog,
Screaming through my otherwise silent wilderness,
And eventually hitting life into my lifeless body.
The first thing I saw was my horizon,
But then it all left me.
My horizon was no longer mine,
Nor was my wilderness,
My fog,
My road,
My door,
And then my life.

I am covered in skin
Much like you are
Cells keeping all my veins and parts inside
The thin yet strong barrier between me and the world
And yet with all this skin
Not an inch of it belongs to me
Some is his
And his
And his
Some is for the media
And a little is for her
I feel their hands on me
Ripping me apart
Taking their shares
Until there is noting left
Nothing to hold the veins nor parts
And I come undone

Suffuse me with yourself
Like the reflected sunrise steeps the trembling drop of water struggling not to slide off its leaf.
Like swirls of amber-tinged tea spiralling out to fully claim the warmth of the cup.

I think as we press together how mostly we are space
How easy it would be to interweave our infinite vibrating tiny particles:
Little bits of you slipping between the little bits of me
completing what we hadn't known was incomplete.
A tapestry of shivering flesh.
Seamless as we share breath.

The sun sets,
the droplet shivers on the leaf, lays still.
Rests.

love and possession can not be the same things
you can not hold a girl as an object and a queen
she deserves a real man
not a boy with scarred hands