Reflections
In secluded moments
when seed is spilled
phantom-like offspring
look down on me, still
When I leave the house
and enter the mainstream
every woman that gazes
cannot penetrate me
No guile, nor smile
or fretting, just forgetting
in a passing moment,
no simmering passions whetting
Wasted pheromones
just wilt and decay
like a spectacular arrangement
from a beautiful bouquet
Mirror gazing
backward reflections
stretching into infinity
breaking apart into fractions
A martini glass
with frosted stem
each sip is like fire
a breakdown is evident
Senses swirling
colliding, hurling
on a one way course
like a divine force
The good and the bad
so lonely and never had
never spoken about once
and that is truly sad
mathiasthom
written 2/16/10
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