You are deep

You are deep 

within the shop window,

sunlight warm on the shoulder

I want to stroke.

A not for sale temporary manikin,

technicolour shadow, looking out

watching you, silently, from the inside

impenetrable in another frame.

Looking in, it sees you

and stares out in careless mimicry.

The hard glass window skin grabs you;

a virtual imprisonment

in contemplative reflection.

You hold its attention,

its blank boredom

relieved

by your gazing,

and it grazes

while you look beyond

into its silent, siren, treasures.

You cannot see yourself

but I see you both -

the vulnerable, beyond reach,

and the virtual, untouchable.

We do not want you

to turn away.