An intimate kiss

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

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s