Funhouse Mirrors

Love is like

A funhouse mirror.

In we walk, willing witnesses

To the diverse distortions of dimension.

We enter to gaze at the reflections -different

Versions of ourselves grinning

or frowning back at us.

Shorter

Fatter

Taller

Thinner

Hourglass

Stretched to the ceiling.

We find one that shows us something

We never pictured for ourselves.

We pause.

And gaze.

The other us

Gazes back in the dim

Liminal light of the otherworld.

They say breaking a mirror

Is seven years of bad luck.

But breaking this one

Would shatter us.