Have you ever looked into a mirror
A tad longer than you should have
And made love with the stranger
Through your eyes

I reckon
You might just fancy yourself
A slight – just a tad;
I think you’re rather beautiful too.

As if you have never taken a look at a photo
Whomsoever it may be,
And admired their aesthetic beauty
Noting the eyes, the nose, the arms, the face…

Similar to drowning
It’s such an exquisite expensive place
Bold madness, we can’t help ourselves!
Not so much a desire to be the same; just coexist

I note myself everyday, this perverse trait.