
Oh!, Woman!
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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.
