Reflected
Hearts would stampede at your glance
with a myriad souls reflected
at the glistening core of your eyes.
Reflections of your magnet smile
draw my senses with sweet
and heady silent rhetoric.
Light, fluorescent, artificial,
frames an aura, black and golden
about your head tilted to laugh.
We met, it seems to me, a timeless age ago:
I , an echo of a man,
you, a distant paragon.
A kiss would breathe life into me
and make me whole.
Yet, when the last order is called
and consumed;
when the lights dim and fade,
darkness veils your smile,
murdering all reflections and stealing you away.
As inevitable as life and death
I am lost again.
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