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?
Copyright © Rachel Hart | Year Posted 2010
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