Doppelgänger

she’s a perfect creation

made of brain cells and memory

half-forgotten photographs 

that softly curl at the edges

does whatever you truly want

sitting safe in spongy matter

where your pulse keeps reality in check

she is here, existing, somewhat

but please don’t try to focus too much

on her delicate face or those eyes

because it will break you in two

trying to remember the details

be content

that you’ve captured her at all

even if her hands are untouchable

and lips you’ll never really kiss

however much you imagine

this is the closest you’ll get

like pressing your face hard

against the television glass

trying to fall into the picture

dream on child

and that’s all you’ll ever be

while there she is: woman

her whole being reeking

of her femininity 

that you can only aspire to

til then, keep her image locked away

in your secret prison

and pretend you’re her lover

and her wife

in a house surrounded by books

so high you need a ladder to reach

and you keep climbing

climbing

climbing

but you’ll never get there

you’ll never reach her

Reviews

[Fernando Pessoa]

It's the whole nature of reality; what we want versus what truly exists in our life. Here you've given us a universe of thought and feeling that makes us ponder just what it is we believe.

Ted (How I Met Your Mother): "We've all been searching for the five doppelgangers, right? Well eventually, over time, we all become our own doppelgangers. These completely different people who just happen to look like us."