The Narcissist

Bending and twisting

My body in the mirror,

And she twists her lovely hair too.

 

Curling my fingers

Into her shiny flesh,

And my reflection does the same.

 

Sending out envelopes

With lipstick stamps

To my likeness in the mirror.

 

Reaching at my face 

And stroking the cheeks,

I mistook them for hers.

 

Leaking painful thoughts

From my grossest lips

I licked the glass with.

 

And my reflection

Moans at the thought,

She's waiting in line for a kiss.

 

The usefulness

Of two lovers at a time,

Why not ten?