Character Sketch #2

You are streamline.
You are ambiguous.
I am writing from a place that seems like an escape but really we run into rubicund walls made from smashed whiskey bottles of varying size and shape, oh the glass does take a while to let us escape. How shall I love you? It is a matter of walking into a house and measuring the rooms with your soul, but who am I to keep souls for the purpose of scientific experimentation? You are streamline. You are the frigate on my tongue's horizon. You are ambiguous. You used words as though they were swords, taking out the heart and leaving the offal to rot. But, then, you aren't ambiguous at all. She says, "I just want to feel at home in myself" and it pleases me. It pleases me to see you in the world with your memories of Greek Isles. More than that I've been caught at sea with you more than once. She says, "nature and the city" and I say, "I think I'm broken up". She watches me unfold myself in imbricated leaves, those things that don't belong in the sea but wash up on shore anyway, being flotsam, yet of an unknown origin, happy to be the idiopathic. As it happens she doesn't need me to speak, for she has cat's eyes that tear me apart and open the center. "The friend comes into me, looking for the center... unable to find it... draws a sword, strikes anywhere".
We will walk alone in a graveyard in the folds of night and feel no cliche.