You see me, I see you – a poem

I reach my hands skyward
Stretching my spine so it cracks
An interesting contrast
To the warm, squishy stomach
I’ve grown to love.

Remembering your face, your faces
The dozens of you
The multiple versions
I’ve created

Versions I’ve met, or thought I met
Some touch my body
Some, my mind
Very few, that special kind
Touch my spirit

Forgetting, that I was made
From matter, dark matter
A parasitic dancer
So inside them, now
I reside,
And inside me, now

They lie.