Osamu’s Mirror Poem by Steve Downes

See my face
an imperfect window on this spirit
slivers of my likeness
on shattered and bruised glass

Touch my body
a perfect shell
for my artistic ego
a woman’s dream in a man-slave
cut
beat and tie
punish and bleed for
me for my
for our beauty

See my mask
a theatre dance
on a private stage
I have given my very life
to play-out this role

Touch this mirror
cold
like a polished lake of ice
reflect my hand
my black eye
my lover’s poison veil
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