Vicarious Love, Surya: Prose for a Pose Series
She glares through the night and her whispers begin to drift...
When you sleep I miss you
When you're gone I miss you
Again she whispers...
Realizing her defeat, her exhaustion
Strange to see how long my soul's been searching
But now I've met my match
Although it's good, although it's great
The taunting pattern will not fail her
What's the catch?
The thief! he glares back at her
Gnarls and speaks so swiftly...
You see the beauty here, but it's not yours
Your heart but still contains locked doors
You'll not allow, un-tame, or budge
Your curse resides, alas you see
All you've got is fantasy
Vicarious Love- NO not yours