Story teller.

Inhabit me. 

Like the cold to a winters night. 

Like the cold to the desert. 

Inhabit me with all of your might, 

Cursory, devoted

As if witnessing a miracle.

Inhabit me. 

And then, maybe

Devour me

From the most visceral stance, to the highest ethereal plane

Take a second to contemplate my body made flesh

My mouth, aliment.

Inhabit me. 

For it is wiser to live under one´s own roof

Of the body.

Inhabit me from the door to the bed

Come dawn, no one else will know how to inhabit me.

Inhabit me. 
Or cry out naked verses.

Inhabit me red
With tales of children that never made it to old age

Inhabit me sick

Begging the Agnus Dei not to die for the sins of others

As there are only a few honest men left

Better to live on for them.

Inhabit me. 

Inhabit my fears

Devour them through the night, 

Spew them back as dreams

And then,

Inhabit me 

Purged of sin

Free of fears

Like a princess tale

Made to the image of desire. 

Inhabit me dirty

Slumped over by nights that were no more than dreams

That do not travel according to time

Time that is never lineal

That deviates upon every tiny memory

Inhabit me. 

From this, that is little more than a dream

That is my memory

Speaking to those who live on in these tales

Inhabit me verse

For I am nothing more than a story teller

Who speaks within dreams 

To open-eyed men. 

Inhabit me clean,

Embraced with a single kiss

Inhabit me without the fear of an original sin.