A Narcissist, to his Mistress

Everything I've ever known and loved reminds me of you:
Rain on a summer Sunday after a storm,
Unexpected invitations to birthday parties,
Raisins,
And so on.

In the morning, upon waking,
I look up into the mirror and see my face,
And see yours,
And kiss myself in the mirror
And kiss you.

When I make love to myself,
I feel as if I am making love to you,
Unless I am
Making love to myself
Using the aid of pornography.

And when I am actually with you,
I feel like I'm with a reflection of myself,
So that
There are two of us both--
You and me in me and you.

I will ask, "Would you like wine?"
And, touching the bottle of Shiraz,
You'll respond,
"Yes, I would like some;
I prefer this variety in particular."

And my double (in you)
Will ask your double (in me)
Likewise,
And your double (in me)
Will respond likewise.

And then I'll lean across the table
And you'll kiss me,
And you'll
Merge back with yourself
And I'll merge with me.

And then I'll ask you,
While touching the Shiraz,
If you
Would like a glass,
And you'll say, "I prefer Merlot."

Then, after our date
I'll go home and look in the mirror
And think
Of when I saw you
When I didn't see you.