Missing Me

Lily cream and waff in crystal
silver platter: mirror smooth
a figure moves across its ice
curls--

I stand at arm's length
your fingers brush my shoulder
I shrink away
the darkness turns her head
blinks--
sighs--

(she has my face
I have her shadow
it's a good exchange)

I?
I concede to my faults
scarlet petals in my wake

and you?
You cradle my perfumed robe
weeping softly into its empty form

© 1998

Asdzani Bah & her Pandora Box