Carry Me With You

Why do you seem to slip into everything but me? What capacity does every other form possess? How do I mimic its shape? How do I extend its depth? I disperse myself into everything, In a hope that in fragments I may find my way to You. Into Your nostrils, Under Your finger nails, Between Your teeth, Carry me with You. Carry me with You. I want to be the smells which cling to Your hair, So that I may brush ever so softly against Your cheeks. I want to be the dirt which fills the ruts of Your nails, So that I may be a part of everything You hold dear. I want to be the food which adorns Your teeth, So that I may hang on every word You say. Carry me with You. Carry me with You. For, You have long since taken me.