Mirror-Kissers

A poem about the trials and tribulations of the Greco-Bactrian Kingdoms.

I fell asleep standing up

Blitzed in some foreign place

We awoke face-to-face

 

Lost in a different language

My ever worthless tongue found

We awoke mouth-to-mouth

 

A realm:

Where pretty girls

don’t bother with words.

Every vanity grandized

Every mirror polished

And every reflection,

sick with beauty.

 

I’ll always prefer a plastic-princess--

bathed in youth and innocence�"

to those crusted crones that

inhabit every cynical, cancerous crack

 

I’ll gladly slave away for innocents,

like that Wolf.

The one that blows,

or the one that plays dress-up

just to get a little girl.

Either way,

The beast has great taste.

 

I lay my head on your chest.

Passed-out in front of the fan.

We awoke hand-in-hand

 

I fell asleep in your dream

So it was of no surprise,

when we awoke eye-to-eye.

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

The imagery is stunning and the picture is painted clearly. The flow is smooth.

[KAREN]

Great imagery! Loved the way you used the body parts as well!

[Deactivated_BurningDemo..]

Beautiful imagery. I loved it.

[Dilan Gray]

I love the images in this poem. It is really great.

[Apathy To Empathy]

nicely well written, a job well done, excellent, beautiful--must I go on?