All mine

I can see it now,though before I knewit to be there.You had no hesitation,just clubbed throughto the raw intensity.I find pieces,jigsaw them togetherin differing constellations.Yes, I can see it now,divine deftness of yourcalling, mouthhole of extinction.It has no ending,my own annihilation,my own brass rubbing.Fingerprint of pulsebeat,no right or wrong, lightor dark.I let it outon drunken nightsto dabble with humanity.Am carefulto sedate with drugs :write poems for it.