Mirror

I bid love's mirror fond adieu but saw it gazing back at you my face framed in your iris' flecked with gold ... I dared to press your lips to mine while yours were tasting hers, divine those crimson - yours, dark plum mine, parched and cold ... with cravings mixing mouths and flesh we danced a merge of limbs, enmeshed our feral, dark ambitions drowned and dire ... drunk with the wine of blood, taboo I poured my madness into two and still our manic meld was white-hot fire ... I dared that looking-glass reveal the way you split my heart to feel such yearning for the carnal cares of two ... when I would die for just one peck your perfect bows upon my neck and forfeit all I know for ONLY you ... why does it seem I'm ne'er enough just me ALONE - not 'double' stuff alas, to swim your source and make it mine ... these wispy women that we split keep you from being intimate yet that's the precious pearl I long to shine ... the mirror needs to meet my fist and shatter all that can't exist each shard, a cheek to press your tender breath ... just once I'd love to look your eyes no 'jeux de groupe', just my demise the bittersweet reflection ... of love's death. ~ 1st Place ~ in the "Completely Your Choice (16) Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor. ~ 1st Place ~ in the "Strand Completely New (3) Any Theme, Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.