I’ve stared at this purple mirror before
tugging at the fretted pieces of hair still straddling my sweater
(the brisk cold is too much for just a shirt)
different lengths and colors, from different times,
leaning carelessly on another balcony always looking down
then up at the frugal dusty lamps posing as stars along the
tenebrous sky
awaiting the eyes, those carnivorous pupils that follow me in
the dark,
waiting for them to reappear to make me shiver,
you’ve probably felt this shudder before, but call it
something else,
it isn’t the same, no, and never will be,
my hungry gaze will stay still till the rippling waves
cease,
hopefully before the first piercing explosion of the sun,
though, I'm not sure if I’ll last.
