We look at each other through glasses, now:
Your mouth’s ravines match mine.
The cross-hatching of your cheeks is
Mirrored by my own: the falling skin
Gathers like a peplum over once sharp jaw.
But we smile.
Perhaps to calm the hectic swirl of lines
That skitter round our mouths
We use the same old trick:
Press dun teeth into lips
Grey and thin as stretched worms.
Then we take our glasses off.
Through a mist of myopic uncertainty
Now I see you, you see me, as we always were –
Untrammelled youth still there.
But only for a moment,
Until our eyes re-focus.

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