the things i've seen
things like cold demons
that are my lovers, my sights
unseen but with closed eyes
things that crawl up my leg
and wrap themselves around my past
these things
these things i've seen were always there
always like something else
billowing above our wants
watching over us like so much silence
waiting like so much undone still
i guess this is what happens
when one does the pursuing
and you're like catnip to me
the things i've seen
these things have never come to pass
like the stations in life
or underground, hurling along
we will wait and do as were told
at least until our lips meet
like that one time outside the door
the things i've seen
