Reflection , inspired by Sylvia Plath's poem Mirror

I am purple like the sky at sunset. I am not unstable, but I don't have a heart of stone. You think I am soft. You think I am weak. I am neither of thoes things.I kiss everything that I see.Everything, that is, except you.Now I am the moon. I know al of the Earth's secrets. I am cold, dark, and aching with mystery.Touch me. Touch me and you will feel my iciness.Taste me and your toungue will blister.Look at me and your eyes will turn back into their scokets.Know me? You don't know me.I am a blizzard. I am a desert storm. I am the fire that burns your eyes. ©Copyright R. McCarthy