You Can't See It Poem by Zyw Zywa

You can't see it
in the room, not on the floor
you can't see it anymore

in my sheath, the wound
of his blind attack
it's over, I am

myself, my body
washed, my home recaptured
ready for the fight

with you, whoever you are
you follow, until I release you
until I release myself

it is my bed, my belly
your pleasure has to wait
for what I want

because I didn't want to
not to see, not to feel, not to remember
I wandered over the ceiling

the nothing of nowhere
I was not there, not at home
in this room, on this floor