Smoke on Mirrors

Posted bygrumpygormanPosted inpoetryTags:, , ,

pearly gate creaks
a peek, and you float
out robed in
steam,

think i caught
the mirror
blush,

meet me in the mist,
trace a heart on glass
and kiss it on
its lips,

for it won’t be long
‘fore there’s
no mist.

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