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on the wall the fairest of them all appears in seconds quickly viewed – black lashes beckon small nose, peaked; a flash: the flush in both the cheeks the mirror catches YOU! my love in breathy snatches as I pass unwitting (shrewd silver-backed glass) though I embrace you as I brush your daddy’s face, in glass, it’s through a glance oblique alone that you come forth, my dear – reminding me that you were here. and when my heart’s as black as bleak your glimpse imparts reason to be – that I might see a dream in me. Shelley Costa posted May ’04 |