I say the rose you gave me owns
The hand that took it from you.
I say the tall willow
I linger under owns
The sky that feeds it.
Possession can be quantified.
I believe the green leaf
Eats the body of the sun.

As I know this old house
Owns my living inside it,
And I know the music I hear
Owns the ears I give it,
So I know possession.
But I repeat: I cannot be possessed.
I will not be owned by another.
But something in me, like something
In you, possesses us both.