Reflections In a Broken Frame

“And shuts me up in the blind mirror of what I give you.”
                        –Luce Iragaray
Your eyes are mirrors where I see myself.
My eyes are walls sparkled in shadow.
You are the music of the sun.
I dance into the smoke charring the ceiling with ash.
You are photons of light sliding through rock.
My mind is wood kindled in your thoughts.
I am lost within a blind mirror.
(April 2013)

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