Predestined Caricature Of Intimacy


   I breathe these living lines that pierce my beating heart
   And every page of these tattered books I keep
   The letters stab every ounce of me.
   With these sea of words that swarm their way around me
   It seems that I am a part of you and as you are of me,
   That we cannot do anything but to live along with this
   Predestined caricature of intimacy.

   2011©Agapin Edrayll
    Image: Jane Eyre 1996

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