Dark Rye

I am the one who invites the whiskey to do its magic,

for you.

I am the one who chooses the corpse pose over sitting upright,

for you.

I am the one no one can pinpoint

And the one everything points to.

I am the one who calls from deep inside your body

Asking for a touch as yet unknown to you

A touch

A thread

Tied to an anchor

I am the depth that calls that anchor

Down 

Down

Down

Your depth is already magnetized.

I am the one who calls you home.

Your body is our home, Sister.

And it is good.

I'm back, for you.

Lilith

The Dark One