He stands before the full-length mirror leather
head to toe riding crop held
tightly and nestled in his arms.
Her eyes (blue) follow him as he steps
up to the mirror, touches noses with reflection
backs away
She is bone thin white in patent leather
shaved head birdlike in fading stretching shadows,
weary in the handcuffs tightly holding her
erect.
She is invisible to the mirror
to the man, proud, in the spotlight
invisible in the corner but the
reason for it all
He is chanting in his head; seeing
Nazi shadow photos, films of skeletal women dancing,
singing, fucking for more food.
She is tired of no one calling, of no one breaking down her door
of waiting for her hero’s to come
and take her far away.
He turns from dreams and mirrors
avoids her eyes, licks his lips, her fingers
tighten on the cuffs as she tries
to scream her brain to sleep.