My bearing is simple,
Poor is my homely roof.
Y’see, I’m an islander
From isles very far-off.
I live—don’t need anyone!
You entered—don’t sleep nights.
To heat a stranger’s dinner—
Will set my house alight.
You glanced—now we are friendly,
You entered—now live here!
Our laws are written in blood,
So they are plainly clear.
We’ll lure the Moon from skies
Into the palm—sweet choice.
And if you go—you were not.
And I—as if never was.
I stare at the knife’s trail:
Will it heal over quick?
Until another stranger,
Who will instruct me: “Drink”.