She cannot see herself
as I see her.
Her mirror image rebels.
It dismisses her beauty,
refuses her desirability,
overrules her sensuality,
is cruel to her curves.
She finds herself wanting.
Whereas I
can only stare
and sigh
in awe.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
I first posted this four years ago. Perhaps it is worth sharing again.
Art by Francine Van Hove
She cannot see herself
as I see her.
Her mirror image rebels.
It dismisses her beauty,
refuses her desirability,
overrules her sensuality,
is cruel to her curves.
She finds herself wanting.
Whereas I
can only stare
and sigh
in awe.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
I first posted this three years ago. Perhaps it is worth sharing again.
Art by Francine Van Hove
She cannot see herself
as I see her.
Her mirror image rebels.
It dismisses her beauty,
refuses her desirability,
overrules her sensuality,
is cruel to her curves.
She finds herself wanting.
Whereas I
can only stare
and sigh
in awe.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
I first posted this two years ago. Perhaps it is worth sharing again.
Art by Francine Van Hove
She steams up
the mirror
with her breath
and writes his name.
Wiping the glass clean
with her sleeve
she sees herself
smiling
in the reflection.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Francine van Hove
She cannot see herself
as I see her.
Her mirror image rebels.
It dismisses her beauty,
refuses her desirability,
overrules her sensuality,
is cruel to her curves.
She finds herself wanting.
Whereas I
can only stare
and sigh
in awe.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Francine Van Hove
