It Didn't Last
We gazed at our own reflections too long,
each in the other's eyes.
Flesh connected, and we were joined.
Belly to belly, unable to move on,
we opposed each other for eight tired years.
Then, seeing hate dance on the retina,
we turned away. Flesh tore.
Each of us knowing the other blind,
we look for ourselves in kinder eyes.
If you've any comments on this poem, Sarah Willans would be pleased to hear from you.