Silver slices through, illuminating for a second what is there
a boy/a girl, oblivion sets in
all she can see is this silver shining on his face,
the kisses they share not quite registering except in their sweet slow gentleness
neither wants to stop but the silver slices begin to come together, as he leaves the full object is formed; the silver that illuminated him is now a mirror and she sees only herself and reality comes falling through....
WORK IN PROGRESS














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