The Mirror

And onto the window pane her reflection fell,
As the rain trickled down to caress the images in between.
Beheld in momentary realities, the images slowly slipped away
into the abyss of existence.

I peered in to see.

The frosted glass where people left their images
to be blurred and contorted to its fancy.
The pane where images stilled a while
Before vanishing into the pelets of fleeting reality.

I stared right at me.

Consumation.

Surrounded by you,
Consumed by you,
Eveverything becomes reflections of you.
Your eyes, Your soul, Your scent
Prevail like ghosts that fumigate my very being with you.

I lay there by the window of truth,
overwhlemed with the happiness your presence gifted to my soul,
whilst you in you in your peaceful sleep
whispered music as breath to my awaiting ears.
it was there. Wrapped in my arms, you lay silent as your sweat kissed
my skin,trickling down from your brow to my bossom,
as you lips tingled by my barren chest,

Our fragrance was born.

And turning coyly in your sleep you snuggled
as you squeesed my soul from the palm of my hand
onto yours,forever for you to hold
Wandering with your soul, and you mine
waiting for life to unfold, here you are
my father, my son, my lover, my glorious surrender.