This isn’t me, or is it…?
I am waving, yet I do not wave.

I am pulled in every direction
your fingers in my dreams

only a body to offer –
the answer between my legs.


It began in water, salt, sea –
we have become human

and yet we have lost
the spirit of life.

What can you offer
to make this right again?


…midnight reverie


Puppet on a String