The reflection
Of myself.
The reflection of my skin.
My big nose,
And wide grin.
My thick brows
Before their arched.
My flaws
Before their touched with
Beauty marks.
Add a little tingle,
And a little spark.
Now my reflection
Of myself,
Remain worthy
Of good wealth.
Praying the mirror
Don’t break.
The fresh blood
With tender ashes,
That lay on my skin,
And drape.
I am your highness,
Feed me grapes.
I am the vein,
The heart,
In this mirror.
Only thing I ask for is,
Can my reflection
Be a little
More
Clearer?


Marci H.