Tracks Seen through the looking glass          Body broken by fall with no ripcord, no net And you, high flyer, swing back and forth and back and forth Eyes caught: Your glance can't save Now, spirit rises to meet hands, palms reach, but fail to touch so smooth your skin and how scarred Your breath: a whisper             "I will dismantle you" I whisper back             "I will put you back together" and             "I have dismantled myself" Phantom arms enfold my spirit body, struggling, cannot follow Waiting, like dreamtime, for spirits return I count each grain, each wound upon your flesh each stripe delivered I could not bear             "...a time machine..." and "...bring me my instruments..." You.  A warring princess. wear scars like armour,  like chainmail Saying, "You cannot unscar me." I say, "I would love to try." fingers like children running, stumbling across your raised flesh I name this skin, these lips, these bones Lover Rise and be healed, he said …and for a moment, the moment of a moment 'Tis true I KNOW  THESE IMPOSSIBLE TRUTHS TO BE SELF EVIDENT WHAT SCARS WE BEAR DEFINE US CAST BONES AND GUTS AND SINEW AND MUSCLES AND GRISTLE ASIDE : MY BODY: YOUR FORM: BENEATH ME MY HOLLOW FILLS YOUR SHAPE AND SOMETHING SOME THING, I TELL YOU NOW IS WHOLE IS REAL                         I hold my self apart And wait For spirits return, dreaming of you unarmoured unscarred beside me.