Mirror
Mirror
In this mirror asks
Who stands before thee?
Recognize not her
She could not be me
Once before this reflection clear
Stood a maiden young and dear.
Hair flowing, glowing skin smooth and soft
Breasts full and supple
Lips tender hot.
Desirous in beauty to all eyes behold.
Men sought no other,
Greatest price foretold.
Yet in this youth of beauty body
Bold and tight ,
Desire fulfillment it’s pleasure release
Wasted youth did fright.
Threw my passing journey
This body changed indeed,
Pleasure inhabitation all this
Has been freed.
My body aged it’s true I see
A price to pay for this change in me.
Warm ,damp- open
Receptive hunger may
No ecstasy comparable.
A thirst that grows each day.
Places in my youth not dared
Are joyous enrapture
That we, my lover share.
For in my bed
My body is fed
And age forgotten
The fear and dread.
For fly outside to cosmic sparks
Bram rays bursting from head to toe
Moment longer
Please no more
Too much pleasure
Higher I can’t go.
Yet another evening in your arms
Your mastery skill
You play my fill
My aging beauty forgets it’s woes
Gives way to gods cruel will
So again here I stand in this
Mirror day
Recognize not this face
Who’s lines betray my grace.
Gentle , soft passion
Ferrous hard sexuality.
A thirsty hungry women
Wanting love fulfillment,
Hunger body explained.
Yet to my few and far suitors
See not this passion stored
Wanting not excitement
In the arms of freedoms door
Choose instead another
Whose youth valued
Great and move
Time and life no mark behind
On faces glowing pretty
Native to pleasure explosions
Lie curious closed secure doors
Can hot hope to please
The man whom I in
Age, not me and, I abhor
Once in my arms
I believe no other find
Can he be
For I am aging beauty
Comparison
Never her youth to me.
For in the bedroom judgment
Whore bonds of love are forged
And waged
No faces glowing pretty
Can trap a man
As to this cage.
Where he will came each
Evening, morning, noon or night
Begging, longing, pleading
Cage, love me, please me
Never out of sight
So from my answer to my mirror
The reflection on this day is clear
Who stands before thee?
She, is me
An aging beauty proud and free.
Distance separate
Heals my wounds
Slowly, gently
Yet yearning swirls
And bathes my pain
Wanting, needing to see you again…..
Copyright © Catherine Reinke | Year Posted 2009
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