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It's hung on the wall, a third eye, a porthole.
I've imagined you watch my life unfold in it's reflection.
My tears and joys presented as gifts to you.
The words you inscribed have faded like the years but time has come full circle.
Without you I coddled the mirror, nursing my children in it's gaze.
It's seen my anger, my failures, my desires.
One of which has always been you.
I've considered it's detail a representation of our confusion.
Winding, curving, dancing around what has always stirred beneath.
It has starred at me, a gaping eye, voyear as I made love.
Fierce, your name on my lips.
I've stepped into the unkown and savor it.
Bliss knows no other.
Without blinking, it still looks.
Harboring what we have become, bouncing, reflecting between light and dark.
If I could only step through this watery doorway and find tranquility, a utopia beneath your thick brown skin.

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The following comments are for "The Gift Mirror"
by lidiagale

gift mirror
Just a quick note to say I liked it.

( Posted by: josey [Member] On: August 25, 2002 )

...moving and emotional piece.

I liked it, very much. The imagery was original...*G*

( Posted by: Jasmine [Member] On: August 27, 2002 )


( Posted by: valis [Member] On: March 15, 2003 )

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