*Written in duel voice

“Whisper From Behind the Mirror”

(The Mirror in Me)

With faint soft breath

A whisper forms

I see nothing but my reflection

From behind the mirror a voice speaks to me

Whispers toned softer than before

As a leaf landing on still water, causing widening ripples

With floating echoes

A voice can be heard in hues

Eyes open with imagination

I look for some form of creation

The image in my mind is lost in time

That which stares back becomes my tranquility

The mirror mimics me

Come seek me out, I need to be freed

What hides inside us

It is in you as you see in me

Am I seeing, hearing, feeling

Senses deceive me

I believe that I doubt

Walk away I will if I can gain reality

Grace me with a temperate embrace

I am nearer than your farthest beliefs

Can’t you hear or see me beyond your frame of mind

Your images I mirror as visions

I will no longer resist

I thought that I did not understand

Then before the mirror I profess

My nakedness is not of flesh

Within me, the mirror; change takes place

The silence that I break with a whisper

I now reveal to you with manifestation

Beside you, inside me the transformation begins

I begin to feel visibly

With this step into the mirror

My apparition smears

To be renewed by being blind to sight

Face to face

Rescuing the outside by showing what lies within

You and I are of one voice

My whisper is your cry

I behold the multidimensional as I gaze further into the glass

There, through my eyes lies the answer

Separately joined, though not of the same physical space

Peculiar that I would feel this sight

You must take me, to become you

I am here existent as loves modification

Mirror the wonderful likeness of my being

Exhausted energies are seductively calling

Mesmerized, I encounter the feminine entity that I have known before in a faint distance

Living every day as part fantasy, summoning me closer

Clearer the image sharpens to shape

With mouth agape, my heart pounds to disperse my uncertainties

Not a ghost lover, mystified in some delirious hour

Verified by the nuance of a delicate feathery touch

Know my body endlessly teasing, so sensitively pleasing ~ before I disappear

Look me in the mirror with lucid lust

Though my eyes are wide open I fear being awakened

An essence of ethereal being washes over me

My quivering skin tingles with a tender stroke of ecstasy

Etched on the mirror is the mist of warmed breath

In your eyes, I behold me

Transfix me deeper, as to penetrate me

To silken my dreams of caressing your needs

Feed my vaporous subsistence to offer a transparent survival

Hazed in the sanctity before me, you stand mirrored as my soul

Melting me into a world, of which previously I found no window

As I succumb to your whispered kiss, I am powerless to resist

My exit into your abyss leaves nothing absent in the present

Dread not; our spirits have searched for this sanctified porthole

Drawn to this place of purpose to unite two separate universes, one earthly the other void of element

Both sides of our mirror have become one

Sensual spellbound lovers fated to our own paranormal eternity