Inspired by Kristen Kosmas’s There There
I reach out my hands
but you are a dreamer.
The island of loneliness
I have learned to grief
and dislodge my secrets.
I have lost the privilege
and they are burying poets
underneath the very cities
they profaned. Who is the culprit, battled, lent to oscillate?
I don't believe in you
dear duel of affections.
I had to make sense
to ask for your hand.
And I betray myself quicker
than your breast fall aside.
I am possessed!