Mirror

I reached through

the mirror 

in the night 

through the impenetrable 

dark of the glass

and the hand that I gripped

on the other side 

was not mine.

For a moment 

I was sick with terror

afraid of monsters

or humans

or the touch of skin

but you knew it was me

and pulled me out from the dark

into the mirror world

where I have tasted

every delight.

While the days stretch 

into weeks

I have been awake 

far too often 

for a mortal dream 

listening while your words

tumble over me

so sweet and haunting 

that the music I remember 

seems as dull as street noise.

This halcyon place cannot endure

how will I anchor myself 

into the earth when

each bite of unearthly food

makes the world spin

and each sip 

causes the heartbeat 

of the past

to continue to dim.