Mirrors
by Chris Wade


That hair touched a surface
Peach, smooth and familiar
As familiar as self
Friendlier than the sister could be
Soft textures compressed
Like the two flapping wings of a butterfly
Precisely the desired one
For mere novelty or powerful lust
I wish that I could stand
And be a member of their band
Witness the merging of their brand
While not feeling left out
Foolish being on the shore
And not in their reserved sea
Members only
Me dry, their bodies wet together
An image I can still imagine vividly
Even though I have not seen
At least not yet
About Chris Wade:
chris wade is a 24 year old writer of fiction and nonfiction. His
previous titles include Malcolm McDowell: On Screen and the
surreal fiction piece Cutey and the Sofaguard. His poems have
previously featured in Cannon' Mouth and illsutrations have
appeared in a number of books. This is his first piece of erotic
poetry.
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