MIRROR
                     "No warmth between us"


I look at you across the table
You look at me
Your eyes have grown old
Mine have grown cold

There is no warmth between us
You exist
So do I
We acknowledge one another
   and watch the turkey growing cold

You smile at me across the table
I smile at you
Your eyes flicker awhile
Mine can not smile

There is no warmth between us
You can try
So do I
Yet all we do is glimpse each other
   and watch the turkey growing cold

You wink at me across the table
I wink at you
Your eyes are bright now
Mine lack-lustre

There is no warmth between us
You drink ale
So do I
It numbs us each other
We watch the turkey growing cold
                               "Perfect"


Her laughter was a joyous echo
   of  the happiness inside her
It streamed forth from her mouth in effervescent
bubbles
He longed to catch them
   in his hands
   to hold them gently so they might not burst
   and blow them with the slightest breath
   watch them float

Her eyes were shimmering lights
   glowing in the semi-darkness
They sent forth from her face slivers of the morning sun
He yearned to touch them
   stroke the slivers
   with his finger so he might feel their warmth
   curl them round his finger
   watch them play

Her lips were perfect wine red buds;
   they must have tasted sweet
Her tongue came forth to lick them all the way around
He hungered for their taste
   their lushness
   ached to savour their sensations on his tongue
   to trace their contours
   with his lips
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