No need for fingers on the pulse
when you are the blood

I flip and flow
I course and spout

no need for a door
when I am the house

I would if I could
I would if I could

I can and I have

our sight's set on being seen
and everything holds meaning

this is a passing embrace
the blood in your mouth
a pleasantry of taste


what you and I see
the world as it looks like to humans like me
we are born and its brief
once i would have told you to gather your joy
and bury your grief
i can only tell one from the other
but not much else