mirror cracked from side to side

the mirrored bathroom
reflected the glory that our bodies made
entangled and gyrating to the shower
plaster splitting from those sounds

in the light of this ordinary daylight
chipped mirror reflects the folly of lust
dripping taps, hostile edge of tub
witness to the voices of past memory

"chipped mirror reflects the folly of lust
forgetful of the glory that our bodies made"