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Oh!, Woman!

R.Tsambounieri Talarantas
Nov 3 · 2 min read

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I glance at my naked image as I pass the looking glass standing as a sentinel in the darkest corner of my room

I halt in motion, in time with my caught breath, mesmerized

The amber coloured light plays devilishly with the image of God’s perfection

Abstract three dimensional prisms elucidate a mortal vitality

Toned, supple, strong

Soft, ripe and womanly where it should be

The light fleetingly shies away from the secrets, protected by the shadows hidden between the scented arbor

The image vulnerable in its nakedness denotes the fortitude beneath the surface, bubbling

The image that in its that in its delicacy deceives

I trace the lifeless image in the mirror

The image of flesh and blood and sinew

The cold lifeless image radiates the warmth of the portrait that breathes

Yet, I cannot feel it, the mirrors image an ephemeral illusion of what we seek to touch inside ourselves, beauty

The self that batters my logic to destroy the illusions

I trace my hand across my slender waist, a sigh escapes, I play with the chain that encircles for a moment, the promise

The chain brilliant in its lifeless exaggeration understates the elegant artistry that emanates from the eyes

The mirror captures the blush but not the feel of the touch

My hands sends messages through sinew and bone to the essence that craves the mirrors recognition

Not the perfect image but the genuine flawed bleeding one

The one that is trapped in the amber-ed drunken sleepy eyes of verdant naïveté

Touch the image in the glass and it will splinter

See, only the lifeless image you will have beheld splendor

Touch the essence housed inside the flesh and you will reached the pillars of paradise

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Touch only with honesty, only if you can see beyond the image.