Appetites

She, I'm told, is up and out here
Never let me know so I become my own one
Aside from truth, my own: in piles, in nigthmares
Appetite for love, I see you in the nigthttime
Alive, though born in mud, in waves of nigthmares
Metal in your head and magnified inside me
Through tooth to bone, I'm on you. Stop me !
Never let me go, I cannot make you find me
So take me home, beyond you : light years
Different than you were but pleased to come and meet me
I could cook (my phone) and drive through nightmares
Break me into crumbs or things that make you hunger