Panes
Panes I watch his reflection In layers of glass Shifting, leaving In panes of glass Slicing pains Night comes and reflections darken Spinning spinning dance Holding on tight to soft old hands Veiny with time Out of breath from laughing and Spinning spinning Into the cool cool night Rainy mist and wind Pink rose in the dark Losing petals I am scared Was I really crying for him Or was he just an aperture for my tears Shadows on the ceiling in the morning dawn I watch them I watch him Turning, turning, reflection no more I stumble back When our eyes meet.