Looking Glass

Looking Glass

I ask no questions of you

yet you speak-in silvered

tongues wavery watery

versions fall - one atop

the other – no truest –

chubby cheeks into 

koal-lined glimmer –

milk swollen breasts,

platinum strands –

an infant blinking held

to see his first look – I

ask no questions yet you

speak – incessant murmur

watery, wavery, forever

flickers – there in just

the right light – with a

soft self-kind smile –

all reflected back and

forward to

peering me..

all except

what lies

beyond…



(photo by Piotr Siedlecki / www)