She kisses herself instinctively and though the photo might suggest it is because she sees herself, the truth is that she doesn’t need to see to have affection for herself or others.
She places no value on her image at all, until the realization that her reflection in another can elicit a cry, a laugh or a smile.

May our first reflections of life be love and may our aim be to make them our present and last. Regardless.

The child with’in
Doesn’t know
The mirror
Is the paradox
Not the man

None knows
Reflection
By sight

Never a soul
Finds itself
Displayed

Break it
Shatter
The glass

Pour me

Down your throat
Unmask your heart
Uncover my love

Let me swim
Let me savor
Bittersweet
Communion
After’tasting

Vulnerable scars
Mixing with mine
Trust the gentle
Caress of my lips

As you please
Chain me
Erected
Take me
Devour me

Pour away

The shards
The child within
Loves

Us