Mirror Served Three Ways
Colby Kloehr
Locking eyes across the room not
knowing where we were heading but finding
Scribbled in my journal your intention spelled
Like mist clinging to its reflection in the pond
Until the fog lifts as I finally bite your lip
Its dew keeping the stars on my back in sweat.
I’m falling
Each inch of you the ledge of the cliff I cling to
Not minding the rocks as I push
Toward the gate I enter with light feet.
To resist, to push in slowly so you adjust to the
Rhythm of your body moving with mine like
Raindrops on the window with a good book
On the table next to the lube just feeling
Each whimpering glance and mumbled moan
My hands like a fireplace, slowly touching
each corner of the home, warming
Until with one final touch you erupt. Going
Finding a towel, holding you as I clean your
Come—back again with drink, going to get food
Returning to a note with our next date, signed...
This boy is different, not perfect
but better than
Some sleazy looking match on a dating site
A message
“Come over to my place?”
Questionable
Like holding hope the soft morning rain stays
A short introduction of you then
into your bed.
Awkwardly repositioning myself
inside of you. “Faster”
“Harder”
Pressure.
You’re getting fucked by a mirror.
Peaceful, in a sense
Mindless and useless too
You’re in a stupor,
Not burning with desire
Your body
limp.
finish.
I leave.
an “x” by your name
Not leading me on like others I let in
the past.
knowing where we were heading but finding
Scribbled in my journal your intention spelled
Like mist clinging to its reflection in the pond
Until the fog lifts as I finally bite your lip
Its dew keeping the stars on my back in sweat.
I’m falling
Each inch of you the ledge of the cliff I cling to
Not minding the rocks as I push
Toward the gate I enter with light feet.
To resist, to push in slowly so you adjust to the
Rhythm of your body moving with mine like
Raindrops on the window with a good book
On the table next to the lube just feeling
Each whimpering glance and mumbled moan
My hands like a fireplace, slowly touching
each corner of the home, warming
Until with one final touch you erupt. Going
Finding a towel, holding you as I clean your
Come—back again with drink, going to get food
Returning to a note with our next date, signed...
This boy is different, not perfect
but better than
Some sleazy looking match on a dating site
A message
“Come over to my place?”
Questionable
Like holding hope the soft morning rain stays
A short introduction of you then
into your bed.
Awkwardly repositioning myself
inside of you. “Faster”
“Harder”
Pressure.
You’re getting fucked by a mirror.
Peaceful, in a sense
Mindless and useless too
You’re in a stupor,
Not burning with desire
Your body
limp.
finish.
I leave.
an “x” by your name
Not leading me on like others I let in
the past.
Colby Kloehr is a sophomore poet currently majoring in Psychology and English as well as minoring in Creative Writing at Penn State University. He was born in Germany to a military family and quickly moved to Texas, where he was raised. He discovered poetry in his senior year English class, determined to write a sonnet, which his teacher discouraged as the assigned project was only to study one. Stubbornly, he burst into the world of poetry and never looked back.