Artificial synergy
generating static
in your mechanical heart

you offered your allegiance
in such a generous way
it rang false

should I blame the trees
for never ripening their fruit?
or the rainy summer
which strained them?

you laugh in jest
at my heartfelt inquiry
in your eyes a glint
of something foreign
unseen

your hand is cold to me
my spell weakens you
what you claim to be
you have never been