She is a gift
of fluorescence
not what I wanted,
but as time wandered,
she became an idea
fixed to my mind,
clinging with barbed hooks
of fake silver.

She arrives here,
but her eyes are miscast,
capturing the floor
and refusing to find me.
Softly now: Oh.

Empty of breath,
I push away and drift
for hours on the lake,
starving pleasantly
while I look for shore.
My reflection is waning:
I never was one
to be so possessed.