Carry Me With You
Why do you seem to slip into everything but me?
What capacity does every other form possess?
How do I mimic its shape?
How do I extend its depth?
I disperse myself into everything,
In a hope that in fragments I may find my way to You.
Into Your nostrils,
Under Your finger nails,
Between Your teeth,
Carry me with You.
Carry me with You.
I want to be the smells which cling to Your hair,
So that I may brush ever so softly against Your cheeks.
I want to be the dirt which fills the ruts of Your nails,
So that I may be a part of everything You hold dear.
I want to be the food which adorns Your teeth,
So that I may hang on every word You say.
Carry me with You.
Carry me with You.
For, You have long since taken me.
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