Because She Understands

When I am brave

I peer into the mirror

And look straight into the eyes that I cannot gyp

Because I know her better

Than anyone else

How she aches at the touch of the moments that slip

And how her face

Is a misleading veneer

To the passion and folly and wonder that throbs

In misconstrued messages

Floundering clumsily

In sighs or silence, in laughter, in sobs

For there are no words

To accurately spell

Her deepest fulfillment or daring demands

But when I am brave

I look in the mirror

Straight into her eyes because she understands

© Janet Martin