Ineffectual touched rhythm
I cannot drag you into fantasy
I reach for you in thought
And you arrive kicking and screaming
Drained of interest and use
I am lucky you stay long enough to spit in my face
I dreamt yesteryear of mapping your body
Tasting my way to cartography
Every forest to every canyon.
Empathy offered to relieve the pain
To help me stay away but which only worsens condition
Convulsive friend, friend, friend
I’ll take your best to induce nightmare
I tongue-less scream.
So no my precious little project don’t cry
I’ve clipped off your head so there should be no pain
I promise intention empathy.