in his eyes I am found
he is my looking glass
fingers to softly caress
the outstretched image
laying before my eyes
in this dreamy reality
only a pinch can tell
the steady drumming
of his chest lures me
away to soothing rest
where does his body end
where does mine begin
suspended in bodies
not reflecting the
mirror's sweet serenade
our dance glides on
silvery glass memories
flight from the axe
released from bodice
in all these remedies
regrets fall as leaves
from October trees
divination has now
passed before the
windows of our soul
partial sight has given
way to beloved whole
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