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.