The hand that holds both my wrists, frees me from choice
The teeth that bite my lips for me, free me from asking

Am I a fool mesmerised by your magic.
The hero’s journey, the piper’s call.

What caverns of bliss invite my descent here?

You exhale defeat and your shoulders fall over your heart.
I draw a sharp breath and hold it in both arms.

It’s always a matter of control
We fight with ourselves in the dark.

The morning light scalds my skin as it pours over instead of in.
Flowing away like the tide we missed.
Our ship has sailed with no captain, lost to the waves of destiny.