A word.  With you.

Peat moss fog lays waste my mind.
Rat rope gnawing at my depths.
Sour gas sleep;
Flaccid aggressive, full of regret.

Inner knot of stagnant tar.
Retentive confidences cry to share.
Unlikely allegiance;
Prism as fulcrum, light in dark.

Fearful trust makes a baby step.
Onion tears become orange squeeze.
Allegro dreams;
Shared solitude, two shades breathe.

- Owen A. Rose,1999