Me

In the beginning there was me and in the end, there will still be me. I'm not using 'me' in a personal sense you understand, my 'me' is singular, and there was nothing before it or after it. Come right in, I have warmed the bed for you. Here is a chair I made out of straw from a donkey's stable, yes, it does smell of donkey shat, and it always will. This is the kitchen it is a fine place to eat standing up. Yes, the bed has no bugs. Sleep. Now that we understand this matter of 'me' allow me to kiss your eyes for they have seen much, and it has been, on the whole, only me that you saw. There's no need to apologize for being so distant, your life has been my own messy living space. We shared the same place and time, and the bumps and bruises were me myself bumping and bruising. Let's fight-kill- have as much sex as we can before we recognize that we are doing it for me. You have kept the fire going, sat with me as we turned into one flame. Poetry saved us it gave us this voice that drives folks crazy trying to figure out what the hell we are saying. Feel free to talk on - talk your head off, it's my wagging tongue that chatters in your mouth anyway.