Poetry
            by Anna Gaskill


            
 


            
 

            
Two-Way
            Mirror

            
The warmth

            of your caress

            upon my cheeks fade,

            leaving only the wind's

            chilled breeze.



            A strong desire

            for your lips

            pressed softly

            against my own

            overpowers me.



            Oh, my love, how

            the feel of your

            gentile touch

            is comforting

            across my skin.



            We reside together

            in my dreams;

            for all eternity where

            we'll exchange vows

            of everlasting affection.



            But through

            a two-way mirror

            I can see your body,

            upon another, giving

            her all of your love.

            

            
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