Poem 20160313

the reflection is you, liquified, but
a mirror doesn’t respect personal space
the image is behind your eyes, after all
it is as close to you as your own skin

a mirror doesn’t respect personal space
an invader always light-seconds behind
it is as close to you as your own skin
never farther than your heated blood

an invader always light-seconds behind
the reflection is you, liquified
never farther than your heated blood
the image is behind your eyes, after all

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Jane Dougherty Writes
Poetry challenge #21: Pantoum

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