Thursday, March 23, 2017

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 

(photo by Piotr Siedlecki / www)

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