You are mine, are found in me,
Found, as you deny invisibility,
Found, unlike a shadow at midnight,
Found, as a raindrop on desert sands.
I dislike you, yet you lose me still,
Your earthly body, homely and dim,
Yet you are not you, refusing
Capture, as shadow is found in shade.
Let me lift you from the mire of apathy--
Your dullness, find you exulting
Planted in the cool, dark shadows
Of my dispassion.
(c) 2014, by Hannah Six
*An exercise in contrariness, based on "I Am Not Yours" by Sara Teasdale