i’m falling in love with her
hopelessly smitten
and strangely driven
to stop and stare and wonder
how have i been here before?
and why do i want more and more?

each into the other, this
plainly forbidden
 [bad word] that has given
form to what was private bliss
upon reflection i find
i’m losing myself and my mind

can I woo her through the looking glass
this refraction of light i see?
in the pool face to face we match
like ghosts, like family,
like angels
translucent and
in-between

i’m falling in love with her
brazenly object
willingly subject
as sunlight through the moon
like a soliloquy or two
forever as one, me and you