
THE MIRROR'S EYE
I am the mark on the wall
The multifaceted man
Iam she and he and them
Illusion of existence
Cold crystal body
Luminous lonely shadow
Blind eye
Dark vision that sees
Multicoloured beauty of
Impenetrable images and shapes
I am the winding labyrinth of the soul
Stamped by pain and joy
Enamoured of your nakedness.
My eyes sometimes lie but are there
In the marks of your being
In the arms that have caressed and savoured you
The invisible man in you.
Ana Rush
My first poem in the English Language


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