I am with you now
fingers pushing against your bones
weaving and knotting vibrant fibres
through and over your cortex hills
pressing your chin wrinkling your cheeks
cascading through valleys
of intense dreaming.
I do not see you.
As I surface, you shrink away,
diluted by functionality.
You are cayenne pepper, nettles:
Crawling, turning, I snatch at nought
and wait for darkness.