Siamese Cat

Siamese Cat. (In Shadow on a hot day.)

Sensing your gaze intoxicated like an Orchid;
Black, potent and deadly, staring at me – yet before I saw a vision and now i see your face - you turn white, innocent and slightly grief ridden, I know your state,
i feel this in myself, i see the beauty of it and yet cannot explain it. Somehow I feel it is not yours, and yet you claim it and are then lifted by the state of Grace.
My lover speaks to me the painting, the actualization of you on canvas, you are invisible almost in the fact that you are a mirage –
Mirroring my lovers painting and as this mirror you dare to stare me in the face something you would really not desire to do in actual life.
But it happened!
And now amongst the desecration of that shattered mirror, i hope i may find one piece left that reminds me of that lost self who loved him but always knew your face, your hunger and your shouting,
so that i can rescue an inch of my sobbing heart - and remember how i watched a dead woman walking that night when i stared into your vagabond eyes,
And how i swallowed a beautiful shadow inside myself,
Whilst i stood there cold, unmoved, listening to the river of his lies.