The MirrorI stood in front of the mirror and lifted my arm,The Mirror7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
watching my reflection do the same.
Lightly, I touched my hand to my reflection's,
anticipating the cold glass,
but feeling my reflection's hand warm against mine.
Pressing a little harder, the palm of my hand burned
like an orange fire that seared and soothed
in equal measure.
As I pushed, my hand plunged into the mirror,
my flesh tingling in arm's circumference,
smouldering blue against my reflection's
as we disappeared into each other.
And I never felt so alive.