You In Me

You are the irony in my bones.

The blood in vain I use.

You are beets of stained froth

along the skin of my vineyard.

I feel you in my sleep,

when the I’s of mine are open

to the You beneath my soles.

You root of flowing current,

you are everything but nothing.

One comment on “You In Me

  1. Hey, do you think you could write some real cryptic business on your blo… Oh, never mind ;p

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