We don’t own the money
Which leaves us faster than we can earn it
Or the cars, boats and planes
That take us across unthinkable distances
In spans of time that would make the Argonauts blush
We don’t own the awesome homes
That contain us, protect us and ultimately confine us
Among all the myriad things we do not really own
I said it before, and I will very likely
Say it again, and mourn it, and regret it
And very likely also worship it
Giving myself completely to the idea:
In the end, we are all each other has
Our love, our caresses, our ties
My gaze upon your beautiful, sacred self
The touch of your hand as the only thing
Keeping me anchored to this universe
When my mind fights me to take leave
You are everything I have, and I labour
To be everything you have each day