The touch was cold,
Cold as the deepest winter
Where you stand bare,
The cold piercing the depth of your soul
Leaving you vulnerable, brittle,
Endangered by this icy flame
But I could not resist, could not pull away.
Some strange unknown force fixed me,
Hand to hand – right-on-left and left-on-right
What unknown power does this mirror hold, to enthral the soul,
To dull the world in a world of its own?
I stare, the reflection of my confusion,
What barrier is this, thin as a falsetto strain
Yet far far deeper than a moonlit silence?
Mere glass or more than glass? A window
Into your very own eyes,
Where all you see is a stranger you’ve never seen before
But you’ve known your entire life
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