Two mirrors
in a hall of hundreds:
one with your eyes,
one with his eyes,
nothing in between.
It seems the divisions
go beyond the classroom
into late-night cafes
and fraternal beds.
Did I dare sneak into
the Holy of Holies?
Perhaps not--
but I taste Temptation, still;
it aches beneath my skin.
Two mirrors
in a hall of hundreds:
one with you,
one with him,
and one, the one I look into,
the one without the other.
Author notes
This poem is about college romance, although I decided to give the theme a bit of a twist. It seems our protagonist cannot decide whether or not to give in to the more exploratory side of their nature, or to stick with what they already know.
I hope you enjoy.
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Comments
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I definitely enjoyed this! Full of college passion and emotion. I like how you ended it too. Thanks for sharing.
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