Stare at Your Lover

Let’s play Stare at Your Lover.
I’ll be the Nico to your Reed:

I can see myself reflected in your eye,
You can see yourself reflected in mine.

We lie side by side on our sides,
In a bed filled with water.

If I look too long into the pool,
Will I, too, become a flower?

Isn’t a hall of mirrors very much like an echo?

Like when you angle the medicine cabinet door
Toward the vanity,

And you see the infinite.

Where the Automated Teller Machine becomes
The Metropolitan Transportation Authority,

And I become you.