We, Both Imposters

~ a love poem ~

Acrylic on canvas by farida haque

Ah, so we finally reach anagnorisis!

Skein by filament

Our drama unravels.

I, a celestial soubrette?

You thought

You, a golden intellect

perched close to God’s windowsill?

I believed.

No.

We, lost to ourselves,

thud against inexorability of time.

You fire, I ether

but locked in an elemental bond —

We were in love.

Can you not see?

Fatigue, like a slothful carnivore,

has chewed away

extravaganza of pretenses.

The fabric of mortal ambiguity

— memories —

viewed through

A smoky kaleidoscope

cannot keep me from myself.

And you are lost to me.

Find me.

Believe me, it’s not hard

or intellectually daring.

Nor

does it require treks through