Emerging from the surface
Of the longing daydream,
Wake up and
Give her everything she needs.
Asking aloud where you come from,
And how you are real,
But there’s no answer.
This is the ritual, she whimpers
The incantations, your rhythm
Must match… Until you catch on…
She’s latched on…
Steal a breath, no rest
For the swollen rose,
As if there is only this struggle.
As if there’s nothing else to live for.