New Captives

New Captives

staring into the water you whipped it out
while you stared back at you.
How warm and wonderful your image felt on you,
your breathing never causing a ripple to distract.

The taut skin on your frame, pity not all can be you.
The glint in your eye a gift to Apollo, no wait,
the rays should be blessed to be refracted from you,
you're the one born from Allesya.

You could touch you, but then you'd go away,
and what you have in your hand would stop moaning.
But you've come to that wave, that one on the Styx
that everyone loves to have: a moment being lost.

And the ripples form in your breakdown, and your mirror is lost,
you are torn from your own sweet nocular spell.
"Oh thank God, you're back from that place-"
"Oh please, I wish they had drowned..."

-Matthew Koutzun