You mirror my soul

In every movement.

A reflection in cut glass

Stolen away every time you look.

Cool until crystallised

Dark until seething

With the way I part my lips

and close my eyes.

Surrendered in these thoughts

Dark hair falling around pale skin

Who am I writing for?

The truth?

in this place

Of violent sexuality

and agile dreams

I am at peace.

by Nicola Thoner

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