my reflection and I do not behave the way mirror images ought we do not face each other glassed twins one of us safely contained

Reclaiming my inner badass at 50
my reflection and I do not behave the way mirror images ought we do not face each other glassed twins one of us safely contained
Shhhhh. . . put your hand on my trembling heart listen into my silence midnight blue velvet reach into my stillness deeper than you have
it is only in sleep that she is fully visible able to be deciphered in her unbuttoned unzipped state his eyes open moon’s captured light
it is a stretch for me to reach out across this shifting distance this shaky ground hand extended toward you a journey across a deep chasm for
unraveling frayed threads at the edge of a sleeve cuff that I cannot stop worrying I am coming undone nuts and bolts release themselves with
life offers me bittersweet herbs i place them on my tongue wake my taste buds porcupine in my hands with trembling heartbeat stirs tenderness even
darkness has settled in for the evening the cold outside our four snug walls frosts our windows turns snow into a hard, white crust that
my quiet stretches out like a web of shadow words unsaid black diamonds that glitter on delicate strands of moonlight shining through frosted windows I
my reflection and I do not behave the way mirror images ought we do not face each other glassed twins one of us safely contained