If Dorian Could Speak

standing in front of a mirror time presents itself with a click of imagination stop, shock therapy when did i lose the outer me to the image present in my mind, i am always me, aren't i? you look at her beauty, force me to notice your noticing, by this and that... a movement of your body, closer to hers, a camera's flash, you take a picture of someone else, her face like a finger pointing between, framing the painting you paint of me brutal, i can not be the spirited earth of your discovery, i am my own last flowering, you should do well to touch my heart with care, lest i turn away and never look back.