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