But I am your keeper…
To swim, yes swim, once more,
Indulge and immerse in passionate eyes.
To drink body-weight and think ‘what for’,
Stripped in this place, no space for lies.
Eternally holding mirrors up to yourself,
In a place devoid of calm, to find some peace!
This, home from home, soakwoundedanimalyelps;
Bathe in becalming liquor, dream of golden fleece.
A dream for dreams sake perhaps,
Or a fired imagination to never be quenched.
The subtlest of questionable connections lapsed,
And yet and yet and yet...
I am your keeper.