Parasites

For now
I am satisfied to be his eyes
My horse
Chariot
Way to the world
An equal partner
Fair and just
Was I made for him?
My limbs are useless
Deformed
His are strong
Purposeful
Rock like, steady
My hands and muscles
A cruel joke
His are youthful
Buoyant
Like his face,
Open, blind, lustful,
Unlike my rotten mask
Together we walk the Levant
Denied
Searching
Supporting
Bound together by dreadful truths

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Image: Tancrède Dumas