Mirror | #NaPoWriMo | Day 4

the spaces between
your fingers, thumb
touch upon the nape
tracing, lingering on
salt and pepper shades
clutching stubble
kneading skin
briefly, hearts
how perfect,
what secret art
at play here in the
imagined world
where same is
spectator, creator
untainted intimacy
between selves

weren’t you just
looking in the mirror?

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