A feast

Match me to a dream I say

Yes something not so gray

To please my often

Yet so so pleasurable

That I exit and go

Left on the table

Take overs to go

Hold me then

Hold me with pain

To let go

Please my peace

I hold onto the legs

You try to pin

And the pain is

Sort of good

Yet the sky is falling

Into the film strip

Where something is

Oh yes.