Duality of Self

I struck my fist into the mirror
to watch myself break away
into fragments at my feet,
savoring the sensation
of broken glass embedded
under my skin rubbing against
the bone.

I dance within the summer rain,
every drop cools my flesh
reminding me of the touch of your
fingers upon my skin,
when thunder roars I hear your laugher
and my soul feels free to take flight
upon a birds wing.