Curious Fascination - Poem by April Fung
I’d better not look into your eyes
Your mysterious eyes
The connection is confession; yet
It is ineffable.
They are two black pools; so deep that I
Fear I might drown.
But the gravitation is so strong;
I am defeated at last, and the two
Black holes come like flood water
So strange—I make no attempt to escape
Even when every pulse is
Beaten by black plague.
Incomprehensible fascination of self-inflicting
Pain. Doomed am I, for the silly notion
Never goes away.
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