MIRRORS

Sleeping, the lady awaits,

the prince that comes with wakening kiss.

He sought her

rambling in the woods,

and found her not.

Oh, the longing !

So anxiously the heart beats

Reminding him of her wanton lips.

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The boat floats languidly.

The current disturbs my thoughts.

Fresh water lingering on my fingers.

I lick the drops.

I wander my eyes upon you,

lithe body relaxing,

nonchalantly...

Mouth open to my tantalizing kiss.

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My mind, my mirror.

My face, my experience.

Wrinkles, like paths to inner secrets.

Dimples, like cliffs to occult wonders.

I slip my hand

over the ivory skin,

that closes around my conscience like a sheath.

The piercing blade of reality.

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Anxious is my heart.

Life full of trouble.

Distress I meet in every corner.

I silently bow my head to destiny.

Sorrow cleaves to my eyes,

tears that can't be hold,

humidifying my dreams of freedom.

Starting the journey, I spread my wings.