Ceramic

I lose myself

Among her double sided mirrors

Never knowing which reflection

Would cause me to refract

Satin lips painted

The color of danger

I can hear them like a siren

Commanding me to react

The translucent silver

Of crystalized vanity

Traps me in her image

Roughly bold and abstract

The worlds behind her glass

Like the hazel of her eyes

Beckons me to run away

But continues to attract

A collage of imaginings

Pull me in all directions

Je t’aime this tug of war

Je déteste it more than that

The dimensions of her echo

Lethal but appearing kind

Cut away at all my senses

And I suddenly retract

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Published on Monday, April 23, 2012. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on "Ceramic "

On Tuesday, April 24, 2012, FadedBlues (2096) wrote:

...nice rhyme scheme...'the color of danger': a descriptor that captivates me. total enjoyment.
A former member wrote: Nicely done - loved it.
On Monday, April 23, 2012, dwells (4177) wrote:

Guessing that you were looking at yourself maybe, with the eyes of another. You could have taken a narcissistic turn, but didn't, well done!
A former member wrote: Not sure what the French was doing in the second to last stanza, but it was quirky and unexpected in the best way possible, just like this piece. Nicely done.