Kundalini

I came here to find you, Kundalini,
And in looking, lost myself.

This cycle, a serpent's tail,
A tale of love lost, of life, and this path I choose.

Of my own mouth over my own skin,
My own body eaten,
And digested in my own gut.

Spit back up for you,
Regurgitated in a form I imagine you will like.

Perfect and pulled together,
and masking the mess
The thrown up bits and pieces,
Of yesterday's consumption.