mosaic of love

if mimicry is the highest form of praise, 

then on my knees I lay

subconsciously worshiping your every way 

how can i ever fully let you go?

when I still use your jokes 

and effortlessly mimic your tone.

i can no longer differentiate what was yours and what is my own.

I mirror to get close in body and of mind

soon our mannerisms intertwine 

until we are similar, 

i am you, and you are mine 

who am i if not a mosaic of love?

built from the pieces of people I cannot help but think of?

these little glass shards shine and reflect

though the presence of their artist i inevitably forget.

my shadow

i usually see her from behind, 

her long legs stretching sidewalk strides 

keeping our distance seductively wide.

her back Ieaks soft spinal peaks 

and whispers of a language that I doubt that she speaks

but there is a story there 

painfully placed by needles and ink

with the brim of her skirt kissing the concrete 

a lift of knee reveals her narrow feet

walking a thin line created so discrete 

that no one else but her could see 

the stray

i love taking in strays

matted fur and feeling

unloveable in their ways 

when they bite i understand 

i let their teeth sink in 

my weak wrist and frail hands

we are cut from the same cloth 

i take them in 

groom them until their fur is soft

scratch behind their ears 

pour my love until i am empty 

eradicating their fears 

and when they leave 

all confident and clean 

i wander back to the pound 

just to feel needed.