i stare in the mirror
i watch
you look into your mirror
pick out the flaws
your eyes
move to places
reminding you
the scars
of how you have lived life
how it has lived through you
of how it has hurt you
the bumps
how it has bruised you
i know you're not talking about
and i see beauty
physical beauty
more than your body
i see beauty
deeply painful
resilient
everlasting
beauty
i see more than that
there is so much more
glimpses of
signs of
when I look in the mirror
someone who has lived
engaged with life
inquisitive
exploring
always searching
i look into my eyes
and then you’re gone
still there
but gone
drawn deep
I follow where you go
into my soul
your soul
i have no breath
the world gone away
it is only you
and me
i see the scars there
and i see
how the scars on your skin
match the streaks on your soul
the bumps on your body
to the shape of your soul
but
there are no flaws
the sadness
here
there is the beauty
i glimpsed
on the outside
there is sadness
that comes from deep caring
compassion
entwinement
the darkness
there is darkness
even total darkness
here
touch is needed here
sensuous tender touch
emptiness
then
nothing
for a moment
lost
empty
racing heart
panic
leads to a quiet
nothing
sometimes i see nice things
but beauty
drawn from nothing
how is beauty made from nothing
by being you
as you as you can be
and then
the scars
the bumps
and seeming flaws
show their resilient beauty
not so much of late
a soft gentle mist blows in
over much of your soul
hiding so much from view
that's ok too
i sit
in the silence
as the mist envelops me
drawing me in deeper
and your voice
quietly asks
and the answer is always
the same
(C) Copyright Luke Visser 2015 (written Oct 2015)
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