Of No Blood

A memory, and a truth, that my dear cousin mustn't know.

I see you, dear cousin.
I catch your eye's in mine and we pass each other,
not a word passes with us.
We are estranged, you and i.
We think we're only connected by our blood.
But this, is a lie. Not even blood binds us.
This secret and that lie are like you and I.

So far apart, you and I.

I could have told you, yes i could.
That i am of outside.
but i must not.
For you, dear cousin,
I love.

Reviews

[Bacchus]

Well crap. That's a whole lotta something right there.

[The Poet of Black Wings]

Hm? Whole lot of what? I'm confused.

[Bacchus]

Well first the choice of dark surrounding the light writing.
Very interesting- makes me think something is off or backwards already. A good tool.
There is love, estrangement and family all mixed together in secretive lies.
Makes you thinks. For sure.

[The Poet of Black Wings]

Think is what i like people to do.