on “animal magnetism”
your body urges forces to attach;
people, animals, habits, objects.
I have once before lost you
to the disconnect between who your
body wants and what your
tolls are always taken.
As now, your mind attempts to conceive some Thing
foreign — bloating with deceit.
the Thing finally demands your attention,
taken ransom the urges that make you You.
the Thing will arrest life, every cell if not stopped.
I stand short, but near
for when you fall to your knees
I may kindly ask your new conception
to float on, to unattach
and find a moment to take leave.