Juice

I am
No juicy apple
For your hungry teeth
I am dry,
Too dry
Even for winter's chill.
I blend
Among green
And fresh red chillies
But even I
Am no match
For a mirror's kiss.

I fall
For you
Each time I look at me
I wink
In awe
The glass winks for free.
You have
Heard of
Love and the high they feel
But you
Haven't seen
My mirror and me.