I miss the intimacy, lookdeep into me, seea void, pitch blackLeft protectedLeft, but not abandoned, keptHoned for beautiful imperfections,an environmental suggestion:“Bring back my fascinationfor creative satisfactions” My onyx vacuum feeds fromfulfilled fears, frombrain’s right hemisphere, fromfrantic feuds, fair philosophies, fromlove, ...you loveloveThis pit was starving, so feed it I didAnd just like thatPitch blackIntimacy rebounds into me, seeOnce was cut, detached, crawls backattaches and latchespromises to never let me go again