An Opaque Reflection

Mirrors, do not reflect the features

But the creatures who slit your soul.

Sir, a fine figure you are, quite the gentleman,

Catch me in the bar, buy me drink

And sing me a line or two about you.

Tongue-tied? I’m surprised,

For the mask you wear, you wear so well,

Tis’ a foundation for infatuated fools

Who fall for your spell.

My dear, I judge not by finery, robes

Or jewelled clothes. I perceive past

The door you unlock, the truths you tell.

For the slice of light cast in my direction

Does not mask manipulation nor deception.

Yet do not quiver, quake nor shy from my gaze,

 I offer nothing but my most critical of praise,

For I glimpse repulsion in those eyes

Akin to old masters in a modern case;

They are the wrinkles of an infant face.

The tears never cried paint them blue

And give them only the finest hue.

Beautiful Angel, fallen from the skies

Tis’ your heart which bleeds, your soul that dies.

Yet no mortal beauties can the world mistake

For only you suffer the ugliness of the opaque,

Because within your mind an image distorts

Owed to fickle fiends and villainous thoughts.

Skin like silk, I kid you not, only potholed by

 A muscle knot. Your warmth which heats my heart

Could do so when suffering several miles apart.

And lips which know a collection of kisses, 

Tender and temperate, quick to attune

Longing to linger, but gone too soon.

They shape the smile, cause hearts to race

By calling forth the beauty of thy face.

Accentuated by cheekbones, knives robed in silk

Shaded with stubble, and old man’s shield

In childish trouble. So akin to

A marble sculpture you are, chiselled  

With precision for flawless faces

The elements set in the most perfect of places.

Blinkered foal believe me not,

We each have our choices, yet I speak so honestly

With a chorus of voices. Hands so strong they

Plucked my heart (twas’ so fastened from care!)

Yet hands so gentle, no bruising did it bear.

Thus my duel to uncloak thy soul from a sheet of ice

Is not rooted from shadows of desire

For I can only combat ice with my words of fire.