Lost In Reflection
Blown iridescent like bees chasing bubbles
in search of a quick pollen fix
Slips of soap whispers on rose scented papers
you sealed with a kiss from your lips
Peppermint water with a sting on your shoulders
to whisk you to winter in scent
White broken honor thrown down in the corner
with words you quite honestly meant
Slices of life hung on orange tree limbs
waiting for blossoms to eat
Crowded thoughts sifted and peppered with smiles
from the characters you've yet to meet
Poppy perfume sweet surrenders it's drug
to the buzz of a hornet or too
Look in the mirror, the truth's ever clearer
and the man looking lost in reflection is you.
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005
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