Two-Way Mirror

Two-Way Mirror

In the shadows behind the clouds of silent hesitation,
I shield the rawness of my inner landscape.
Hands pressed urgently against the glass,
desires whispering softly—
yet screaming unheard.

In my reflection, a haunting uncertainty,
fearing eyes that see too much,
yet aching deeply to be truly seen.
I reveal myself slowly,
aching for the warmth of reciprocity.

Desire should not burn alone,
a solitary flame in selfish darkness,
but dance, entwined and illuminated
by understanding, empathy,
and shared vulnerability.

In each gaze, each quiet touch,
I dream of the harmony
of knowing and being known,
feeling and being felt,
loving and being loved—
a beautiful symmetry of need,
shared openly, unafraid.

Let this reflection
become the truth we live:
intimacy not taken
but gracefully exchanged;
desire a dialogue,
not a demand.

For we are more than mirrors
holding fears and unspoken dreams—
we are gateways,
opening only
when approached
with respect,
truth,
and mutual surrender.