behind the mirrors.

as pain
         spills across the table
    the sea is calm.

soft evening light
   splays across the surface
           gentle, she soothes him.

they caress
   ripples across the slowing tide
 fading; the sky
                            is sinking.

purple blotches settle
          bruises across her
  pale, misted skin.

tired waves,
            they drag the lapping blanket
                 mellow; they lie down to sleep.

head resting on mirror glass
       gazing into brown and blue
              wading across
    that quiet abyss.