Wish You With You

(a ménage of mirrors)

I wish you with you—yes, double the flame,

Two fires burning under just one name.

Your voice in stereo, soft moans collide,

One by my lips, the other at my side.

You on all fours, the mirror steals the view—

I'm deep inside, and yet I see us two.

Four bodies tangled: two in flesh, two framed,

Your gaze meets hers—both wild, both untamed.

A perfect loop of want, of self, of skin,

Where I am both without and deep within.

You kiss yourself the way I never could,

And I, between you both, misunderstood—

You on all fours before the mirror shining,

Loving yourself while I take you from behind.

So much passion you have for your own reflection —

So much hunger I have for your double perfection.

There are four of us now 

— multiplied like loaves and fishes, 

we grow —

From dream to flesh, 

from water to Bordeaux.

A witness, worshipper, and willing sin,

A pulse that beats where both of you begin.

So let me love you in that sacred view:

Not just with me—

but you,

with you.