It is time
you opened your eyes
to the warmth of me,
opened your lips
to the bright of me.
I have dreamt of you
since before you talked to me
of fever dreams
and red thread.
I have only
a hundred thousand others in me,
a hundred hundred hundred thousand others,
live in dreams and fantasy loves,
only a hundred hundred hundred thousand thousand others,
and I at least must have you,
before I could ever be satisfied.
Be Satisfied
