I inhale an image.
A curious one.
A curious, addicting comfort.
A mud pie of pleasure, charm, and void.
A piece of glass.
A piece of glass, that occupies
Occupies an exalted proximity.
A mirror’s proximity.
Mirror that ingested a part of you.
“Image do melt, melt unto me.”
For Image’s proximity is a nearness,
A nearness I can afford.