Permeated

Permeated

oh so deeply permeated

I am the dust and dirt under your nails

you are the salt in my sweat while I give birth

I am the lamb-chop over the heat of your fire

while you sink with the skin of the cherry into my body

I hold the brush in your dreams at night

you hide in the spice-box before cooking starts

I am the soil on the spade beside your fresh grave

you scratch me from your windscreen in summer

While I move on and on in endless waves

appear and disappear like lightning

you get washed onto the shores of continents and bodies

and nurture my blood while I drink yours

I am granite, fig-tree, saliva and excrement

while you rain and wither, cry and laugh

I am foliage, virus, tadpole, Peter Pans' call

while you listen, rustle, wriggle and lie in fever

I might be diamond or plutonium

might be a bullet or a childs' heart

feel me, but don't...just don't...split me.