Endicott College poet Samille Taylor looks for the steak beneath the sizzle. You’ll see what I mean with her poem Between The Looking Glass.

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Between The Looking Glass

I do not look
Beyond the graham cracker

Gold that twinkles
In the sun light.

I cannot read
The truths
Of Love
With just one glance.

I am not mesmerized
By the way your stare
Locks me into place.

I will not melt
At the sight
Of your wink
From across the room.

Your eyes
Will not enslave
My love and
Pour its passion
On the ground.

I will not look
Into their seduction;
To your eyes
I close mine.

– Samille Taylor

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