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[apiphile]

narcissus writes a love song

i have never lived, never loved until now;
so careful with my heart, though i’d no need to be
with the disappointments of the flesh as striking
as the vacuity of souls

the void in me thirsted for more than I could see
until i looked about and there was

me

now I think I’ve met my match,
the mate to my soul, the string to my bow
the beat to the heart I’ve always had
but the face finally fits

i am so glad
to catch my own eye in the mirror.

Comments

[wolfy_writing]

Ooh, nice! I like this!