the wall
a precarious
sheer balanced sheet
polished glass without soul
adding nothing to the live action
detailed intimacy completely exposed
love-shot eyes plucked and dashed
shocked at seeing the interlocked
torsoes thrashing gasping for
fuck’s sake cares forsaken
bared teeth clawing at
at reddening skin
nostrils flared
streams of

and in the end even she, the mirror, glowed


CLP 11/04/2018