Through your eyes, reflecting clear

Through your eyes, reflecting clear I can see me in your mirror On the surface, never passing, smooth of ripples and relaxing never reaching to the depths below your fire and brimstone, sleet and snow, Behind your eyes, I do not know the feelings waning and waxing Any ripple in the glass would break the stillness of your past and send it screeching to the present which I know you would resent But it doesn't stop my desire to taste the fury of your fire to be burnt and starved and shivered until we are both delivered. Mark Burton Tuesday January 10th, 2006, 12:04 P.M.