• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 08

To My Living Mirror

I apply narcissus pollen while he
brushes my brows with peach blossom.

Sharing our sequinned lives we two
ear to ear not naked this fine morning

but ruched in buff apricot avoid
the stares of those around us

by glancing down and away.
In this prolonged embrace we are

the epitome of spring but can switch
our shared persona
– we two chameleons.
Adapting to any situation – we can
show you winter's icy blues

bring on autumn reds and oranges
or summer's fahrenheit sharing

not only this skill but also our precious seed
we have indeed enriched the Earth.