Your mirror

I thought I knew you, as a lover and a friend:

Your boldness and your complex fears,
Your mix of promiscuity and love; 
Your voice, your openness, your tolerance –
or your fixed and negative opinions

Your passions and your absences,
Your strength and physicality and grace;
Your focus on correctness –
even with a word or few too many

Your kindness and your plain speaking,
Your generous extravagance, sometimes; 
Your vital bonding with your son –
although not so much your daughter

Until today I learned, the world
is just a mirror for your eyes

Far Lady

Sheer desire!  Fine denier and vibrancy unbound;
blue eyes, smooth skin, on such a slender frame;
lithe and trans and femme, beyond the north horizon…

Long legs that stretch to heaven – or at least your groin:
your rampant shaft, your heavy balls, your peachy cheeks
and secret puckered rose, aching to be filled…

What would it take to touch you; bring you joy?
To undress you?  To reach you; satisfy your dreams? 
Even develop and enhance your mysteries?