I cannot tell you about the pain
I cannot tell you about the pleasure
I cannot tell you how
my heart pumps furiously,
tearing through my ribs,
breaking my bones,
trying to join yours
and become a whole.
I cannot tell you of my eyes
which fill up
not with water- but blood,
dripping down slow
its gonna flood.
I cannot tell you of my hands
which tremble at the sight of yours
as my left clamps against my right
stopping it to reach to yours.
I cannot tell you about the pain
I cannot tell you about the pleasure
at the look of your hand twirled around hers,
at your fingers dancing around hers.
Tell me what you see in her. Tell me what I must change in my reflection//