Tuesday, September 25, 2007

I am an enigma

I am an enigma

In a mirror
I see strange baleful eyes
a futile chase

Morning dear,
would you like breakfast in bed

If its not a bother, sweetheart

No bother

No bother...
she's lost as I

Our eyes meet,
spectators again of hidden selves -
misery, boredom, disdain
lay beneath bacon strips and freshly squeezed OJ

No bother, she mutters again

I am an enigma to her.

One morning she will awake next to me -
cold, unmoved
waiting for breakfast and an infernal embrace.