You are steeped in fear
Like a tea bag mischosen and bad tasting in my mouth when I sip carefully in fear of burning my mouth

Let me burn

Your hands are unknown to mine
Your eyes hidden in the dark of your coverings

And you like this picture of yourself you paint

Control is yours and unshared
No such co-conspirators
No shared space

You hope to keep footing without losing those on whom you walk

And I care not so much your path, but my back is mine
And not for your feet