Magical Mirrors

I woke up today I am sure I did Or have I? I slowly unwrapped myself from my bed Groggy and yawning I was off to write the constitution Should I failed in this endeavor I shall hope to have enough gasses left For a poem or two About who knows what? Countries are waiting for their constitutions Ladies are waiting Or are they? I slowly unwrap words from my mind Will they fall into poems? Or some legal document to make men go blind The Greeks are cheering me off in the corner Applause filters down into my quiet silent room Coffee filters are brewing up my days work I remove a pink lace bra floating on my head Best not Dali on my salvation now, lest I close the door Humbly, as who else could I possibly be? I look into the mirror I stare dumfounded For I am not there at all I see something of a miracle staring back at me I see you Loveable, fuggable you The mirror shatters Out jumps the lips That kiss my bleeding face I see clearly now The emancipation of loves embrace Strangulation of illusions lost face The shards of glass lay all around my feet I stare down enthralled and dumbfounded For each shard of glass Is a reflection of you Each reflection a moment in time I grasp the cleavage of such wondrous visions To fondle the true meaning of beauty Is to drink from the chalice of wisdom My contemplations blowing in the wind I smile at the magical mirror As I smell the sweet scent of breakfast From heavens kitchen One very special angel I am sure Missing her pink lace bra Bloody cut feet running forth Into the magical mirror