I Feign to Write

Compulsion; mystic magic
or rational direction?
Devotion to a thin thread
of what random man said.

I feign to write this;
Do you still hear my sleep?
And the vivid dreams,
do they still love you?

I feign a reply; to reply.
Under a broad shoulder I cry,
long for your true-ness,
intrinsic and gentle bodied being.

I feign to kiss you, I dirty the mirror,
I had failed to obtain substance from the last.
You had the lips, our tongues the cheeks
because I gave them, but never again.

I found myself in that one kiss, and
understand why I hated it.
Bacteria brooding from self-contempt
yet evolved into something not feigned.