To the Unavailable Lover
I know. I have left you
With your worst enemy: your own.
I am only keeping what I’ve unlearnt
Throughout your education of me:
The enchantment of dialogic desire
And the near perfection of shared intimacy.
In this furnished house of you,
I walked in and I walked out
Because I am not yours to hold
And mould into a keepsake.
You think the unchanged shall rob
Me more and dare me less
Than living in the adventure of you.
While the projection of me bears fault,
The inside woman is burdened,
Yet, alive and introvertedly poignant.
Indeed, I live coarsely and serve the devil
That pulls at my flesh till words sprout
Into wingless birds of ink
And I give myself more to this dream
Of a minor god than to your atomized
Version of how love has never failed me.
Still, who dreamt up whom in the end?
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