Game of Poses
I found us there, staring like that, into the mirror.
Would the message ever be clear?
Can she and I exist without the other?
Which one of us is the real copy?
Looking so innocent she cocks her head
A signal for me to make the next move
I smiled ever so sweetly,
A little posturing never hurt nobody.
I can’t help but feel like she knows
Something that she will never tell me.
Oh don’t get me wrong,
She does tell me some things!
I can’t understand the words as always
Today they seem sharp and pointy,
It seems painful maybe, but I ignore it.
Instead I’m choosing
to tie up my hair in a ribbon.
Her reactions are awaited, anticipated
While I feel - giddy, as I tend to do!
I know she is displeased, however
she lets me as always, shrugging,
She investigated a little, tugs here and there.
How would she chose if she had a choice?
Her nose scrunched up,
a symbol that there’s mischief on her mind
I noticed it though, so maybe it’s too late
for the usual game of poses?
Her mouth quickly opens, and closes,
A wink (left side), slightly tilted up chin
We continue this way to her delight,
Obviously such simplicity brings her joy!
Ending our exercise I feign defeat
Purposefully failing her puffed cheeks move just a split second later.
She already had moved on to brow furrows
before she was able to fully come to a halt.
Now uttering words that float around her
My heart is where I feel these…
