Lunatic....

too much intimacy
reflects like a mirror
in such a way that i
see myself
completely in you
and that will be
very painful so i shy
away
i put the mirror under
my bed
cover it with a page
of a book of
poems
and then i go out
of the house
sit on a bench
and reflect again
under the light
of the
full moon....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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