Perfect Food

Eye to eye
Hand in hand
The earth painted
Us fixed in position 
But missed us when touching up
Mirror haze
Ricochet to us
Singing 
Get tricked with a rhythm 
And stumble on back to 1
Made sick with resisting
Insisting upon itself 
Bitter notes
In perfect food
Get pretty low
When turning to you
Our little joke
Made password clues
And didn't know
The terms when we used
Scratch your head wondering
Where our fear went
Can't steal what you can't own
Can't borrow or buy the boat
Work gets piled
Up to the ceiling