I am in love with the girl in the mirror

Yesterday, I traced my hands below

Your cupid's bows and puckered your

Lips. I said that you pouted like

A fish.

In the morning, a man who was not you

Pulled my arms above my head and 

Said that I flowed with two

Pectoral fins.

Isn't it funny?

I am fragments of a love

Strewn across white-vignetted

Memories. I am a kiss and a

Dewdrop tear on a hurricane of faces

Both masculine and feminine,

Sharp-nosed and flat-faced,

White, brown, and black-

Fleshed,

All forgotten now.

When I say I am yours,

I am yours for as long as forever

Is a fleeting amount of sand

Dripping in a number-lined

Measure cup.

I swipe a nude-red stain

Off the mirror, and ask

How one can love

So little in

So much.