The life I lead

or is it follow from

one adventure to another

seeking solace through sojourn

stealing peace from surprise

reeling the real from you

I real-eyes

The life I love

or is it loathe

running headlong into hinterland

counting clouds like candy

planting hints like daisies

hoping you pick one

before winds wipe

wishes away

You say you see

through me you’re

free over me

Then why do you stay

around me

under my skin

on my mind

at my place

in my space lips

on my face

using every preposition

I ever owned

like I was yours