A Letter to the Narcissist – No. 27

You are romance and poetry and passion.

You are seduction and fantasy and imagery.

You are the subjunctive voice, personified.

Your truth draws me to you, like a current. I slip into it, unwittingly.

We are tethered.

Inevitably, my languorous slide tangles in other, inexorable truths.

I am startled, moored, again.