Percipient proprioception
redresses my undress --
the unpeeling of a novelty
beneath the unsteadiness of iniquity.

I right myself with feeling flesh
and breathing bone,
sometimes mine, often yours;
drowsy with the afterglow
of hope.

Until I say goodbye.
Until I take my disequilibrium home.

I cannot dare to have it,
not this pivot of thought...
A wistful wish to clearly define
my mind’s unsettled whole 
and for a balance,
an existence of my own.