Face to face

Face to face:
eyes locked,
staring into each other;
seeing your reflection
in the dark lake of her iris.
Hand on hand,
praying together-
not like those bible verses preach-
no, praying to the abyss,
hoping it won’t swallow you whole;
understanding at first the irony and then the futility
of your act.
The abyss has black, wet lips,
kissing you to compensate
for chewing pieces of your soul
and spitting them out
because they were bittersweet.
Now they are soaked, slippery,
no longer sticking either in or to the puzzle,
which is why you don’t make sense
except in the silver,
face to face,
where your soul is pure, whole,
and wholly unleashed.

4 comments

  1. Wow, that was an amazing read, I deeply enjoyed this piece!!!😁

    Liked by 1 person

  2. dawn gresko says:

    Hey Diana,

    I really loved the play with light and dark imagery you create in this poem. The line that really stuck with me, “seeing your reflection in the dark lake of her iris.”

    Just wow.

    I hope to read more words from you sometime!

    Liked by 1 person

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