Mirror Image [2] Poem by Gert Strydom

Maybe it is a problem
that I am robust, purposeful and independent
as I can be no mirror
that only does reflect
your own humanity, your own thoughts

and what man is
frozen & stainless & mute
& shut & transparent & servile
& distant & aplanatic
in how he does exist

and at times
it's as if you do view me like a mirror
when you comb your hair in front of me
does unclothe and stretch out your body
and do think that your nakedness,

the glance in your eyes,
the expression on your face,
your legs and arms
and your breasts
do leave no impression upon me.