The actor

Poem 08

You hit a fuse
When you become my muse
An electric jolt
Is what I felt

I knelt at the sight of you
I was the painter
And you were
Mona Lisa
I was the sculptor 
And you were
Athena
I shaped the edges of your flaws
Until my hands bled
"Perfect" I would sigh
You stood at my alter
And I would worship 
You
Three times a day
Bowing and kneeling

I made you beautiful 
Giving you
Traits
You did not portray
Fictional is all you are
On paper with the pen in my hand
I conjured scenes
Puppeted our love story
I played the director
Actor and actress
In this tale

Atlas 

Now faceless is what I  am 
Somehow
Somewhere
My identity of self
Got lost into you
Whoever you are.
Reality versus fiction
The character I made
Did not align
With who you were
I felt like
Saying…..

           "CUT!"
"You went off script."
 
Dangerously 
I obsessed over your character 
You possessed my sanity
Pleasantly I liked it 
But rapidly 
You drained me
In the Sahara desert 
Our story perished
And there I lay 
wilting in the sun.