You gut me You pour me

You quench yourself with me yet keep the thirst.

I am collapsed The wind blows me to wind chimes A lonely bench.

Sit on me. You can sit on me. I will allow you to sit on me.

Hide here instead. And be seen.

I’m the part of the blanket where the cold snatches you.

I smile between the mountains and frown behind the troposphere I am the face of the moon

And the camera that missed it and the Wesson that didn’t

Because I am everything you want.

And you will never get it.