
In her boudoir are door
s and drawers. Holding & hiding intimate things. All those attributes hidden underneath -- the "shh's" she does not share, but we all know are there. Supporting the image she seeks to be seen
And now are here for eyes keen to see
s and drawers. Holding & hiding intimate things. All those attributes hidden underneath -- the "shh's" she does not share, but we all know are there. Supporting the image she seeks to be seenHer room is a world of gothic, pointed arches. Atop windows and mirrors, which reflect & reveal the creatures dwelling with her there
Such delicate & sensitive beings inhabit her innermost scene. They like to drape from & peep. About the places she tries to put them into. To keep
She cannot help that they exist within her space, private & deep
And now are here for eyes keen to see
Look into the glass which separates. It is a slight grace. Between the lines of public & privacy



--Christine Kincer 2010

If you stare, please. Do not glare. As to what you find here, it is quite rare -- believe you me -- windows & mirrors are set about discreetly. Allowing her concealed personalities to be seen.
You, she will not see in this secret window looking
To her it is but a mirror. Reflecting what does not appear. To herself so readily

Those creatures within & beneath the surface of things. Shy & not perfect. Sneaking out and peeking about
Will frighten away quite easily. If they catch a harsh gasp.
Peering at her & they severely
Enjoy the view, please. Of this interior place. Where close to the heart many things lay. And of which, she never really meant to be on display.

--Christine Kincer 2010
