Destiny's Mirror

Shaving
Old has time to think
Lives clumsily
Needs rail-anchors in the bath tub
Where floating takes on child-like fantasy
Then rescinding stolen pleasure
With the feather-filled couch
So nice to sink into
So painful to rise out of

Yesterday's love forgetting
Today's body remembering
Pitched tent
Atop a mountain peak
Sheltering bodies arched
Pebbles hiding beneath ground cloth
Affections forever indented in knee-cap memory
Climbing kisses
Now but mementos
Afloat within gathering clouds

Shit

Miserable mirror on the wall
Who's most feisty of them all

Old once knew young
The now who knew itself then
Beyond any fear
Above any retreat
Now stares vacantly
At withered skin
Where trophy scars once glittered
Their scar tissue aglow
Now upstaged by a monstrous bruise

F***ing table corner
Leaped out from nowhere

Look at this
I know reflection's lookin' at me

Irony sends a smile
Face smiles back
A gloating embrace of another kind
Without gentle touch
Without a kiss so missed
As time races forward
Readying another chance embrace

Mirrors distort
Don't they

Of course they do