Within my grasp yet flowing through my hand life’s elusive mysteries ripple out of reach. The face that watches me shivers and shines and maybe isn’t mine - its distorted amazement seems shocked at seeing me.
I cannot hold you but I deform you with my touch and the leprous mirror lies for a while.
Undisturbed, you tempt with gloss and shimmer but I cannot freeze frame you as you slipper between moments a silent screen curious, alluring, luring curiosity. You drip from my fingertips.