Mirage---A spin on a sonnet.
So close to me that I can hear you breathe.
Your eyes stare through me into wonderland.
Suppression and secrets. Pain underneath.
It’s astounding that I hold your hand.
In dreams I think of you and only you.
We laugh. Our lives, they feel complete at last.
Lying together, we are always true,
As the sun falls gently, my heart beats fast.
It’s only a dream I never live
As you hide beneath your metal skin.
Your soul gripping your heart: a wretched captive.
You see me as such an impure sin.
Our sweaty hands part and we never see
Each other again. Only a mirage.
Copyright © Sam Carl