Date:         Fri, 5 Jun 1998 10:34:09 -0500
From: Phanny <corbett@AXA.SLU.EDU>
Subject:      SUB: CONTEST: Love in the Looking Glass

Love in the Looking Glass

You stand behind me as I shave;
your arms around me tight,
peering sweetly over my shoulder;
wet hair glossy in the light.

Just visible from mid-nose up,
I can feel your face smiling
while your gray eyes dance happily
and you softly call me darling.

The mirror fogs now from the shower
and when I wipe it off,
eyes have danced behind the
other shoulder.  Playing. Laughing. Soft.

What a lucky man, I think, throat
tightening from joyful tears.
To have finally found you, my treasure, my angel,
in these, my mid-life years.

I can only thank the gods for this
gift I've waited for.
And promise silently in the glass
to love you for ever more.