I stand with him
At the edge of an endless sea—
An endless mirror.
I am there,
Embraced, loved;
My frame—
Statuesque and voluptuous—
Wrapped in his slender arms.
The two of us framed
In picturesque sunset—
His swarthiness, my pallor.
His eyes: dark brown,
So rich and liquid,
With a soft bovine air.
Mine a gray-blue,
Piercing and doll-like.
I gaze towards him,
It’s perfect—
I wake up.