She is a reflection in a broken mirror
Each shard flashing its own
torn shred of reality.
Know that to observe is to change--
a rose petal falling might snuff out stars
Her being is a distinct fact
so long as I believe it
Or you wonder at who I reflect
in pieces of pronouns.
Exactly, I see her not at all
And hunger for her lips
Love being a form of death and rebirth.
at once to bury myself
within her
until I am no more
and she is no more
Just as the senses are overwhelmed
In physical passion's release
we are indivisible
Not merely united, but thrown against time
Like sand from which
in flame and fury
Mirrors emerge to reflect new worlds

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