I am possessed
like an empty room is possessed
by its windows and doors.
I wake up
listening to Her breath
I no longer call it mine.
She has made room
for the sky in my small apartment.
My stuff
will not fit anymore
there is more living space now.
I hold onto Her
with Her own hands
mine have become
gloves.
We have a blood relationship
through the permeable membranes
of passion.
We are like creatures
huddled together in the night.
If they move too far away
their flesh goes blind.
