you are mirrors,
reflections of my own.
I further resonate to
a magnet both north and south pole
It's surreal,
how every glance was yours
right from where it started
but the more you come close
there in a clandestine light
a nomad of red
how do I keep falling
like I'm flying above blades
you are wrath,
viscous and faulty
a longing assurance
needed by my sanity
