LOVE ME LIKE A MIRROR

“Do you want me”, you ask

And smile that green-eyed mischief

I so love:“Do you want me, 

And how much?”

So very much…

Why should you doubt?

How can you doubt?

And then I sense

Under the light repartee

Something unsatisfied, a hole

A space, a lacking : unfulfilled

An aching place that will not

Cannot be filled.

And I reach out and bare

My own wanting though I know

It will not answer :

Your desire must first be

For  another part

A slice

A splice

Of your very own heart.

How can you love me,

Or believe my love

If you do not

Cannot

Will not

Love yourself?

Manuela Cardiga