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