Gold Mirror

Reflection
how I draw you
with every stroke never felt,
your shape is a blaze on my forehead.
I craft you, crafty image,
with intention
I build to suit the voice
velvet of your underneath not showing -
your pink, your red
your grey pallor.
My nose, my fingertips pleased -
sweet earthy moss -
I hear you grow,
my belly shrink the center
clean through.
Poke me,
drive inuparound the tumors,
calfskin romance by the pound,
gold, red slick of a wet tongue dick,
What have I rendered?