Mirror
I bid love's mirror fond adieu
but saw it gazing back at you
my face framed in your iris'
flecked with gold ...
I dared to press your lips to mine
while yours were tasting hers, divine
those crimson - yours, dark plum
mine, parched and cold ...
with cravings mixing mouths and flesh
we danced a merge of limbs, enmeshed
our feral, dark ambitions
drowned and dire ...
drunk with the wine of blood, taboo
I poured my madness into two
and still our manic meld
was white-hot fire ...
I dared that looking-glass reveal
the way you split my heart to feel
such yearning for the
carnal cares of two ...
when I would die for just one peck
your perfect bows upon my neck
and forfeit all I know
for ONLY you ...
why does it seem I'm ne'er enough
just me ALONE - not 'double' stuff
alas, to swim your source
and make it mine ...
these wispy women that we split
keep you from being intimate
yet that's the precious pearl
I long to shine ...
the mirror needs to meet my fist
and shatter all that can't exist
each shard, a cheek to press
your tender breath ...
just once I'd love to look your eyes
no 'jeux de groupe', just my demise
the bittersweet reflection ...
of love's death.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Completely Your Choice (16) Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Strand Completely New (3) Any Theme, Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
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