So I’ve Heard
It was fated that we meet
that we stop and speak in passing
that I reveal to you the softness
of my velvet wounds of sorrow
my mirror eyes.
And I came to dwell with you
and you showered me with jewels
you fed me what I did not know I hungered for
As you learned to dodge my mirrors, as you disciplined
your hooded eyes.
In return I showed my sign
then extracted vital essences from arteries unopened
finally caught you
in elaborate deception.
This is the way they say you’re telling it.