[old writing re-discovered]
I *know* you, don’t I?
(so I followed you with my mind)
led you into places only dreamt of, never ventured.
since I dreamt it, could only be perfect.
filled my free cells with fun facts about you,
devoured your secrets like relics
with a hungry mouth for thinking.
went down into the pit of you
& brought back up a wilder you,
like a bird pinned, wings sprawled
against a work-top, flustered,
busting its colours to split.
it’s no use now,
though you found a way out;
my mind has you, encased as you were,
you’ll never exceed all I dreamt you could be,
I made you, baby