Somewhere in a city the night was young
Neon lights flashed in blue green gold and red
Cars formed a heavy stream of gold n red
Ladies accessorized in gold and nails red
She wore her innocence the way she wore white
‘It was only an accessory for the night’
as she looked into the mirror she thought.
She closed her eyes
She could see him standing behind the door
In another room
She could see him flash his white pearls
Beyond the door
She longed to touch his soft skin
And for he hers….
She opens her eyes
Disgusted with her thoughts
How could she think for a minute
Someone like him would even …..
She shook her head dismissively
Let out a faint mocking laugh
She walked out of the bathroom
Hoping that repulsive girl would stay in the mirror
She steals a glance
He is but a boy
Like a bobby his round expressive eyes catches the thief
The thief that is her stolen glance.
He smiles, scans her up and down
Taking her all in with those boyish fervent eyes
Well of course she dismissed it
He was just wondering at her imperfections
She thought.
As the night got older
The boy got bolder
He never left her out of his sight
Nor out of his hands
She had forgotten of the girl in the mirror
She was wearing red now
It was a deep shade of red
like the deepest of passion
She was losing herself to the night
The night made people act in funny ways
Its darkness a symbol of mysticism
A symbol of nothing but everything
They wanted nothing from each other
Yet everything from one another.
She was losing herself to the night
They were too close now
So close she could hear his thoughts
Her face brushed against his
His petal like lips firmly across her cheek
Their hair entwined by the heat of their passion
Closer and closer till the only closer was in.
