Mirrors At Midnight Poem by Peter S. Quinn

What mirrors entertain at midnight?
With its cracks and glowing
Sometimes gives reflections bright
Though not much more showing
Nude flesh and structures light
To the image throwing
Breathe of tongue and eye contact plight

Into this some might stare
And find some more skin and bone
Something that is always here
Though not everything is always known
The midnight is for wishing- but be aware
So much has time forward grown
That moment’s mirrors can be unclear