The Mirror

Sensual day on the life trip she searches The walk through broken glass accentuates the rare pleasure of disappointment She checks the mirror for past reflective glories Empty cradle tells no lies Search for man like the rarest fruit Search for the perfect man, gold lined The planets look good, aligned Princess in search of Prince Admirers fall by her side But not the right admirer, yet The enchanted waits Planets shifting Time is of the essence He comes Pleasure is all his, for a time Lifeblood flows The signs are good Exsanguinated, ecstasy passed The mirror screams as new life bears fruit The planets crash She Sleeps The empty cradle rocks The planets lay dormant A slight flicker The mirror reflects Rejuvenated, she seeks The trip brings gifts bearing Conquest boasts young blood in thought Dreamlike fading in sensual pleasure The cradle rocks The planets grow angry The mirror soothes in the night New journey begins as planets align.