Fortress

The shade of her overlay turns to toasted almond

in the summertime too.

When we smile, our top front teeth jut out-

Off-white overbite stubborn in its statute.

Broody-eyed brown mud baths blink behind kink and coiled lashes-

Seeing my sights in a non-dimensional being.

My God, she even has my laugh.

Voice that sing like mine, but vacant.

Hands that hold like mine 

cannot chafe and burn abiding your burden.

Soul that shine like mine dims dull come morning.

Warning-

Do not run reckless into your own reverie-

No river of blood will surface through ruptured flesh.

No hope to quicksand your way into those brown mud baths.

She is blue velvet laughter rubbed clean and quiet at
the first sign of danger, lady stranger.

You have built an illustrious illusion and

put my name on its fortress,

But there is no woman there with a heart to call home.

ABOUT: have you ever talked to someone and realized they're more interested in the idea of you (this totally fictional character) than who you really are? It's pretty awful.