It's Ice

I press on the elastic sheet, I'm breathing through a slice 'Are they worms or are the serpents?' bubbles through the ice The source was quite invisible, the ever-present voice While skating, both legs tracing different shapes, I made my choice Mimicking the image in whose radiance I bask I'm tied to him, or him to me, depending who you ask None the less reluctantly reflections tumble in I slide with all the other on the wrong side of the skin He's fallen on the ice, it cracks Will he plunge in and join me here? He meets my eyes, to my surprise He laughs in full light of my frown My double wants to pull me down Slipping on the friction slide, my skin peels to the bone The flesh I leave behind, is something that is not my own I beg my mirror image for a moment with my soul He's leaning back, time to attack, to see who's in control And every move I make he's got a hand up just in time He's throwing several punches, and he's blocking most of mine Defeated now I sulk and squirm above the frozen heights Waiting, calculating till he ventures onto the ice