The Fantasy of Confession

I felt myself in the words of another

Gasped her gasps

Swooned her vulnerability

I knew her desperation

To grasp at something sweet

Something forever wanted and

Just

Too

Far

For safety

I have leapt from that branch

And gripped one so much higher

Only to find that limbs that see the Sun

Are too sweet

Too fragile

To hold my clumsy weight

To keep me and my love

In the brightness they know as only natural

I felt her thirst for embrace

But she an artifact for consumption

Can never know

The hollowness

The bitter repetition

Of falling in disappointment

That injury is my own

And through the fading

Ties between fact and fiction

Knotted chords of sympathy

I mourn the satisfaction she expresses

And the wounds of which she reminds

Sores and bites

Scars and infections

The ruinous crippling of a starvation fed on stones