A dog tooth

The cave of misconception
I am the roof of your dreams
yours is the hand that reaches for me
I will pull you up and grasp you to me
all you ever wanted, I enclose

the starry skies above me, full of promise
I devour them for you
and when your bones crack, creep inside me
and when your bones crack, weep beside me

you will grow into the spaces of me
you will seek the grass that itches at my back
the air and lights they flee from you
in the cavern of my perfection

desire will mar you; scarred as the ribs that scrape at your own skin
and you fold
in on yourself; a house of cards
like lies