Wild reflection

Written by: James Peranteau

The shake of her digits
as the she
with palm up high
gazed at I,
knowing all the while
mine reflection
was wild

The pane betwixt us
thick as ice,
as the he
over her shoulder
intently, with nervous;
did construed why

His beam from 
beginning to end
did declare pronouncement,
not with lips
yet with eyes;

good-by !