by Rena Kermasha
Warmth is such a simplicity
Spoiled by crises of identity
And what sometimes feels real
Is no more than transparent appeal.
Interests are kept from vesting
When they seek perpetuity
But I am a bigger reality
Capable of violating your nothing.
Your capsule of lies breaks
And the other girl aches
I stand to protect someone I hate
By the denial of your own fate.
The turning of a card is but a glimmer
Of what I seek to make true
When onto you I deliver
The eternity I yearn to be for you.