The Incredible Shrinking Couple

The rhythms of our lives we synchronise
To waking and to sleeping happy hours
That leave us blithely living in reprise
With concentration of our coupled powers.
You smile and I return your little bliss,
My eyes diverted by our bedside mirror;
While looking there, I answer with a kiss
That’s meant to cram our hearts a little nearer.
But then it cracks (I’m cracked, and so are you),
And then we see each other as we are,
For there you are, and here I lie stuffed too:
We’re marked and naked to the mirror’s scar.
But if we squeeze into unbroken spaces,
We’ll start all over with still smaller faces.