Love's Reqiuem

With her leftwrist bronze twist circling forever,
she reaches toward my face, open
hands. Fingers fold.

Her green eyes with flecks of gold.
Reflecting in mine, reflected in hers.
Infinite reflection, a luxury of contemplation.

Without her I am nothing. Her calm
encircling me, warming the shards of
a broken soul behind the glass of my eyes.

This is where my inhibitions hide.
In the recesses of my being; nothing inside,
what's left to hide?