You are paid to waltz with me;
What do you know about love
but wedding dresses that never come off?
(Hollywood and Disneyland lied to you)
I may grant you my body
a little bit of time
but you will never have my mind.
When money, sex, love, desire, power
all mean nothing,
isn’t that power in itself?
I guess all we have left between us
is politics, poetry, and small talk,
gliding up and down the halls,
defiant, breathtaking, sorrowless.
© Alicia Khoo
NaPoWriMo Day 20
Poem I created from Estella’s POV in Great Expectations