8:169) chris abraham 14-APR-98 13:30

she sat next to me and gazed into my eyes. 'i see myself in your eyes,' she said. the source of light behind me was stark. her face bright. my face in the shadow. my eyes, wet & brown, too dark to see into. reflections of self. reflections of she in me. her face with its large eyes, its thin nose, its fine features, dark shock of hair framing. the face. in my eyes. her in me. and there was a communication there, wasn't there? not just a play of the light?, not just the moist of my eyes?, not just a looking glassiness.