My Mirror I have a fascination with my mirror No... She has a fascination with me Sensing my presence and seeking after me In my mirror I see the reflection of another woman Her dark eyes flicker like colorful leaves released to the wind Looking back at me with a knowing stare Capturing her in a paint box of colors I admire her from afar and within Making her eyes my own I dance before my mirror Watching her body as it moves before me Making a series of liquid rhythmic motions Like a feline stalking her prey I am awash with visions that arouse her deeply And for a transient moment I acquiesce to her desires Feeling the familiar ache in her loins and the Blood rushing rapidly through her veins I move her hands restlessly across her stomach and over her thighs Savoring the soft skin under her fingertips Touching her in a manner most delicate and forbidden Lingering over the moments set in time Specters move in the corners of her eyes Vanishing when her spirit swings around to confront them Her painfully repressed fury gives way to panic Her soul loses its grip on her body And I slip her pleas for mercy quietly into the darkness of my mind I comb through the hair she'd let hang free about her face My breathing finally stills A new woman has emerged from my mirror Empowered Glorious Unforgettable Me

Copyright 2001 MD Burke