Through the looking-glass, a quantum leap to you:
obscured by silver nitrate and thousands of miles;
etched on the lake-like surface, my mind’s image of you.
I need you, but as you’re away,
here are other arms to hold me warmly–
sweetly embracing me in his love
while hands in desperation reach for and pull my hair:
it is happening;
why is it happening?
My neck is locked in his arms as
I melt into his embrace.
His score is complete while
you stay unaware of the covenant
betwixt my mystery lover and I.