She Comes to Me

She comes to me in sour fruit
In erotic illusions
She makes aware, I am not poemed
I do not strike gold
She comes to me when I least expect
In the moon light, she comes

She blisters my skin
with bandages, she comes
My tears dry on my cheeks
She tells me to breathe
She comes to me with a caricature
Of all I represent

She comes to me in bitter liquid
Twists the language I speak
Laughing, she comes
Shes with me when I sleep
I'm sweating everything out
She comes to me

She comes to me in an empty stomach
To congratulate, she comes
She comes to me when Im longing
I keep my eyes down
She walks beside me
Quite, she comes.