Mirrors into the Soul

Sometimes I stare into the abyss
Opening that strange doorway into my world
There are so many things I would like to say
Actions I would like to describe
Yet, my tongue remains tied
My reality trapped in the chasm
A forbidden fantasy I alone must bear

There are times when I want to peer into your eyes
Thinking you would understand my impasse
In many ways, we are one
Sharing images of pleasure bound by blood
Embodying the darkness that we harbor in our minds
Contemplating romantic interludes of the flesh
Forever interweaving our lives, our hearts, and our souls

Gazing into your depths through the flickering portholes you portray
The fiction of this journey is unpleasantly clear
Chaotic visions swaying the tide
My eyes no longer deceiving my mind
Yet, sadly, my mind continues to deceive my eyes
Holding my inhibitions still
Drowning the illicit cravings held dear

If a chance to enter the gates of sin was to appear
Hand-in-hand into the stunning depths we would be
The flames of our desires radiating more than our surroundings
That precious caress and the softness of your lips
The impression of our phantom embrace at last overtaking the senses
In the corner, I see the stain of our emotions in the ash
In the mirror, I can see you smile