Distraction

Standing in front of the tall mirror  
her eyes absorbed by her reflection  
as if it were her, herself.  
A covert admiration sneaked out in her stare
soon outdone by a surreptitious doubt  
spreading between her and the reflection.  
 
She had no time to unravel her cluster of thoughts.  
It was his breath she felt  
it was his head leaning on her shoulder  
it was his lips almost caressing her ear.  
"At last", escaped her a whisper, "You are here..."  
 
"I'm not quite certain", she heard his voice,  
"but tomorrow, or, many years ago, perhaps now, once, anyway...  
I brushed my teeth to make you feel my biting sweeter  
I shaved to make you feel my face softer between your thighs  
I showered to make your tongue's journey unforgettable  
I buttoned my shirt to bring  ecstasy trembling on your fingers  
I scented to send your nostrils up in heaven..."  
 
She felt
illusion and reality
melting within each other
- and both within her fluttering stomach -
as, slowly, she walked away from the mirror...