This City Has Been Blessed!

The mirror stands, steadfast, beside my bed. My hand passes over the polished surface of my mirror. Your hands come and take my hand. You make me run behind you down the dancing rainbow corridor of the mirror. We run along a path that has stopped time. We stay at the beginning of place there where we found each other there where the rainbow began. We are naked: our breaths have quickened. I see your face your eyes pour the laughing lights of your gaze into my eyes. Your body steals my body. What a sad lie it was – the lie of the end. We have become one body paired together with one soul unchained in each other’s arms. Thousands upon thousands of our bodies shine from my mirror into thousands upon thousands of worlds. Taking shape, repeating – our embrace in every mirror. What a sad lie it was, the lie of the end. Thousands upon thousands of worlds in thousands of houses have been blessed - without the river Ganges in the wave of our love. Our city has been blessed: with all its lanes its streets, with all its mirrors, full of our burning kisses on each other’s lips...