“Am I loved?” she asked wonderingly,
throwing back hair, sultry under silken shawl
scrutinizing her groomed shimmering form.
He walked glancingly past a mirror
then stopped to take a more admiring look.
“Darling?” Reluctantly she turned from
her reflection against the dark sky;
he tore himself from his dashing figure.
“How asinine, dear heart,” he ejaculated.
“To love oneself is most divine!”
Embracing by mirror and window
they stood, idols with eyes of glass.
Jude's The Saturday Symphony #14: "Romance" Sammi's Weekend Writing Prompt: use "Asinine" in prose or poem with exactly 74 words Cyranny's Word of the Day Challenge: "sultry"
This Jolly Beggar 
Dear Dora,
It sounds like they’re each too enamored with their own reflections to have any kind of relationship. Poetic prose.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
I imagine it’s easier to love their own reflections than live with the insecurities loving each other would bring. Rather cynical, I know. Appreciate your commenting. 😊
Aleichem shalom,
Dora
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Oohlala, this so reminds me of the story or narcissus but much more refreshing. You’ve surprised me so well with this Dora. Thank you.
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Jude, I’m so very glad you liked it! And it’s always a pleasure to participate in your Saturday Symphony. 😀
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At least they have one thing in common, though perhaps not ideal in a relationship!
My seventy-four!
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Exactly, Keith, and apparently there’s no dissatisfaction as yet on either side.
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I’d never considered the possibility of two Narcists getting together. This could work out and save two other normal souls from their misery. Creative.
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That would save others’ misery untold for sure! Thank you, Bill.
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