29 September 2011

Message on the Bathroom Mirror

On a chilly dawn
When the warm spray bite my skin sweet
When the steam fills a tiny bathroom
(Like your smell of lily and ginger and softness
Does in my mind)
A  face emerge
 on the mirror
against the contrast of the haze
The two dot eyes and
the lipstick stain (that makes sense now )
beam back at me 

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