If I awoke from sleeping for a multitude of years,
like clouds
of brown
bats upside down,
re-energised by stark sunset,
would my first thought be you;
to wonder where you are?
Can I rid my body of intoxication?
Deinfest the attic
of my comatose consciousness?
Would your inert form be scraped out;
suffocated from the noxious gases,
or would you permeate ever deeper
the silver lining that resides
inside
& within
body
& thoughts?
& if you are embedded inside me;
under my nails,
tendrils of your roots reaching down,
why would I ever want to let you go?