untitled.

She closes her eyes and everything behind her eyelids is spinning.
but no one can see the fear beneath her lids,
and no one can feel the ache beneath her skin.
so she smiles.

lennie.

Mirror

The glass cut her desire.
It spun with the light,
And his brilliant gleam
became a naked ghost.
Her memory to caress,
her skin to haunt.

Lennie