Gutless scared I turn my head away
Cleaned and sterile stained I fearful lay my arm
Care in robes worn white watch over where we lay
She squeezes feeling stings her needle stick
My life’s offering escapes for another, perhaps today?
A bag of life I’d made by merely waking
Secret friend accept my feeble hand if you have a say
Drink of this my salty cup of essence frail
Look again upon the mirror we share with our humanity
Meet the love that made you. Will it take you back?