A Mirror’s proximity

I inhale an image.

A curious one.

A curious, addicting comfort.

A mud pie of pleasure, charm, and void. 

The mirror.

A piece of glass.

A piece of glass, that occupies

Occupies an exalted proximity.

Proximity, yes!

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.