Me and I together in fantasy -
open the door, talk in Russian stereo.
Sing a louder song,
drown cut throat jibes.
My man,
my very own devil.
I am reflected glory,
poinant and fulfilled.
Blow away the crosses,
crimson stained and knotted -
harmony is tonight.
In the mirror
confusion stares back,
a thousand miles of
dignified bitterness.
But Love remains.
Tumbling dice map the future,
roll on cobbled roads.
Unshaved face
distorted and phantom.
Love bites me in the dark...
@Steven Francis poems 1994
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