IAM

For a love of physical presence,
I drink water, fold lilies and screw
like a wounded minotaur.

All horns, all head.

For a love of misadventure,
I journey without looking both ways,
build bridges over people

get lost deliberately.

For a love of touch,
I come on time to your bed,
wreak havoc on your flesh.

All stubble, all chin.

For a love of water,
I drink 5 pints of tea each day,
shrivel to wrinkle in the bath.

All farts. More bubbles.

For a love of IAM,
I smoke, smile, drink, and exercise,
less than a coma patient.

All doubt. All faith.

But for a love of this life,
I take big steps, from small ones,
govern potential, with clay in mind.

All hands. On deck.