I found you last night.
In the lameness you wisp, wisp, whisper.
You move through me, around me
leaving remnants of your name.

'Stare', you said, say, do
but you don’t don’t you.
Aches driving you ached
and ache me. Take me.

Grazing my shadow,
paying my karmic dues
you’ll cease not
shifting, suggesting.

Sliding through my doors,
my air, my hair
I’ll put you back,
bewitched, unlit.