See the look in her eyes,

Like a fire in the skies,

Burning through house and home.

It’s like a mirror of my own.

 

And see the curl of her hair

That makes her suitors stare;

Making married men groan.

It’s like a mirror of my own.

 

And see the shape of her body

As she crawls up on me,

Aching not to be alone.

It’s like a mirror of my own.

 

And see the biting of her lips

As she rocks upon my hips,

Calling out a primeval moan.

It’s like a mirror of my own.

 

But then see her walk away.

I’d hoped that she would stay;

Think of the seeds we’d sown.

This broken mirror is now my own

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Published by Cassady O'Reilly-Hahn