worlds within words

Mirror-me

With hips and curves and sweet-smelling skin

vibrant femininity

is not here.

She is gone away

but almost within reach-

like trying to recall the furniture

of the house where you no longer live.

If you could walk inside,

you know,

you could do so blind.

But it puzzles at your mind’s eye

and will not focus.

I cannot focus.

Not in a skin that feels false

like a glamourie, a sham,

 a wicked witch’s curse

on an undeserving man

with his sister tucked

away in the mirror.