Two Poems about Love and Perception

Eyes a bit too round

upper lip a bit too thin

nose a bit too pointed

veering off asymmetrically.

Pieces of a puzzle

even Dali would not arrange.

But viewed through the reflection

of another's eyes,

Beauty is revealed

after all this time,

to the owner of this face

The Rabbit Hole

Smile at me

a Cheshire cat grin

and I fall through again

I fall up, instead of down

Up to where I am new

shiny, bright

the best transformation of myself

I drink deep from the bottle

I greedily swallow, insatiable, trusting

I become a lady,

your lady, for now

you are my looking glass

While I am here

I discover new parts of me to love

I cannot stay here,

I must go for a time

I must return to the mirror on the other side,

warped as it is

but my mind dwells in this wonderland

always