I Don'T Even Know You

your spirit passed through me whispered to me from inside my body (i don't even know you) but i want you, i need your presence- my muscles are so tense, until you arrive again & travel inside thick as syrup, pure as milk. maybe it's punishment that you remain bodiless, fluid energy that comes & goes (ebbs & flows) it's hard to believe that i am naive, knowing you, having felt you fill my corners, breach my brim. i don't trust you, i merely lust you, drool on my chin, scratch skin, try to free you from within. are you real yet?