PRETENSION

I can fall into the depth of my humanity, 
And like a shark circle around its core, 
But I can't bite my prey,
No matter to what I pray.

It lies beneath my understanding
And no pope or guru can lead me there,
Alas, I hope I can be the tortoise to your hare.

Buy me a river, a new liver and some quivers, 
Down my spine,
An orchard some torture,
And my bullish nature overcome by the need to embrace.

Your face, covered over by the passing of the days, 
Glorified by a memory which idealizes beauty where it never existed.

{POETRY}