Ok, I really stumbled through this one, and scrolling around through documents I realize that there was a time when I actually wrote more than descent poetry. I shall need to work on that. In the meantime, here's a very rough draft inspired by tonight: Unseen It’s the sweetest thing— like sugared-sprinkled canolies— when you put your lips to mine. Don't be afraid to close your eyes now, for when you wake from breathing lullabies, I'll be there, tickling your heart, getting lost in your eyes— like staring at a mirror that isn’t there, wondering where your own reflection went, realizing that the true mirror of your image is standing beside you, reflected in adoring eyes. J.B. Dreams