Might This Make Sense?

Written by Tabalith

What am I to you?
Not that!

What for me are you –
Oh, crackling mirror of truth

As the winter sun is to ice
My throat melts tasting your eyes

And never! have you touched my thin skin
Stretching like marble flavored gum 

I do not bleed yet in the mirror, so
Bite me open until I bleed and then!

Cut into my chest your red name
I swear, mine has always been the same

My pumping lips shout out, still
The syllables dancing on my breasts

Your blue spice
Your blue spice

Your eyes meet mine and long
For the mirror’s sparkling dots

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