By z
Date: 24 November 1997

Mirrors

Her arm outstretched, she dips her fingers into the warm water, lazily trailing
the tips of her nails through white bubbles.  The tip of her finger raises
just above the water.  Little droplets... creating a never-ending ring. 
Staring intently at the echoing ripples, deep in thought.  Feeling the moist 
heat rising, breathing deeply in, she closes her eyes and looks within.

"They say the eyes are the windows to the soul."

A soft smile curving over her face, she raises her lashes... to see the eyes
of the man who, whispering her name, carries a love like no other in his heart.
Her gaze wed to his, reflecting eternally like a hall of mirrors, she already 
knew what she would see.