Maybe I singled you out without
Knowing why, something within me,
Perhaps, that reached out, to something
Within you, to you, and you didn’t ask why,
And we ended up in continuous circles
Harming one another, seemingly without
Intention, as if we had been talking to ourselves
All along and I look at you and start to stare into
My own eyes and you frighten me because I
Don’t recognise myself, in you, a reflection, shaking,
Swooshing by, leaving its traces, the scent of you and me,
What we needed, what we disliked, in our touch, a
Collaboration against ourselves, diving straight
Into a coveted disaster, from within, guidelines of
Our fathers and mothers, screwed over, contemplating,
Convoluted, enveloping, the language of loathing that
We took for granted, natural, naturally, in our fingertips,
Our bitter tongues, the taste, declining, embalming our souls,
Mine within yours, yours within mine, a shrine, memories,
Across the particles of my skin, that I shed a long time ago,
Somewhere in the winds, the crown of a tree, back to earth,
To disintegrate, not to follow you again, seek you out, a part of me.
Croque-Melpomene 