Strange things, mirrors. I have looked at that framed painting a thousand times, yet saw it afresh tonight. In reflection. A loving tryst, frozen in time, behind glass, glimpsed through glass. Somehow more intense. Both lovers aflame amongst garlands. I enjoyed this accidental viewing. This happy gallery of chance angles. I wish that image could remain etched in to the surface, to enjoy forever. Yet perhaps not, for like a fiery kiss, it is too soon over. A swift brush of the fingers makes it vanish back to the blank canvas of the bedroom ceiling. An arousing ripple in time.
Copyright Tom Tide 2018