CALL ME BELOVED

I am with you
under the weighted blanket,
in the silent car rides, each
lonely moment, I’m there.
I linger, embed myself like
barnacles; we’ve become one,
I feel your sun, your hunger, I’m
the fog on the mirror, the rush of
blood that fills your mouth; it was me –
I bit your cheek – scarred your arm,
I’m the hand, and the steel, that
shuddering pulse. I’m the fear.
The breath that gets held, and
the sigh which comes after –
I am what’s coming, next, but
you get to choose