I'm your sweetest dreams;
Your worst nightmare.
I'm the boogie man at nigh,
hiding underneath your bed.
I'm your wish and reason;
your dust-bunny every other season.
What is it  that you want ?
Why draw me in so deep,
to send me packing then?
You chew me up and spit ;
your gaze far and down…
and then you cook some jam
from bleeding berries…
that stain your cold,  white fridge.
You are your own worst mystery
……and…. mine!