Give me a mirror and I will lose my mind
and all sense of the three-dimensional
world. Let me look a second longer
than it takes to check for ticks or rashes
on my face and I'll forget you—yes,
even with your breath still warm against my neck,
even as your voice fills out the air—
My will is weak, defeated by a piece of glass.
Hold out your empty hands.
Tell me You are lovely. Let me look into your eyes
and see the planets spinning in them brightly.