staring through a faulty mirror
I noticed
my legs were soft
and my lips were jewels
it could have been the lighting
but more importantly
they were my eyes,
squinting gazing into my gifts
while cars outside my window
bellowed on
like any grey day;
to touch these gifts
or have felt them
are two separate things
but you I pass
in my dress of stars
too fast for you to last
on this ordinary day
with jewels for lips
and a shattering shake of hips.
