That old oval Cheval bedroom mirror,
Pulled with abandoned haste to
Our brass marriage bed’s foot
On a lazy summer morning
(Now a hazy shared memory)
Of defused light & reflections:
Cups of tea on the nightstand;
Sunday newspapers scattered;
A plate, a half-eaten croissant;
Crumbs and honey in the sheets;
A nude woman, a nude man.
The mirror bears witness to all.
And you laugh,
And tell me to hand you your glasses.
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