Alison: A Wish

by Neftzer

Mr. Sark Writes Love Poetry. Sark finds himself vainly wishing for any love but that which he has for Sydney.

...written as though by Mr. Sark...

Alison: A Wish

This sham affair. A spectre,
nothing more, ordered,
surely: means to an end.

Though struggle
I may, wanting with the stead-
fastness of stone to find
more for you than pity,
I am false as the face you wear.
My own heart's possessed
condition as irreversible.

With your lips kissing
I betray my Own. This lover's pledge
as ephemeral as your utility, and my soul
of some Other possessed.

I to you, Alison
As Alison to Him, Tippin;
Alison to Him, Vaughn;
Alison to my own Pledged-Love,
Her
Connection engineered, faked, false
as your Francie-like façade

Alison to I,
Our trust a dangerous tightrope
I must walk, unbraced--
with each moment, slackening.

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Disclaimer:This work is not affiliated in any way with the ABC spy series Alias, or, for that matter, Mr. Sark, whose poetry--until such time as he wishes to make it public--remains unsung, unfeted, and largely unknown.
by: Neftzer 2003 (c)
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