I think there can be moon

In the shape of your balls

And the weight of my breasts

In the way that they fall

.

I think there can be emptiness

In your cavernous body

You can even find space, in that space, without me.

.

And if you found my space,

Not invade or take from me

So that I felt I was holding you

With no more space to hold myself

.

And slowly start to wean

Forget my true power

Start to hold your creation

And forget to create –

Not even forget, just be full of yourself

So I can’t find myself –

.

Breathe my own breath