I fell in love with a woman with blue hair and eyes like mirrors. I could see the whole world reflected in them, turning slowly beneath the lights and the moon.
I don't know if she saw me on that first night. I wasn't there long enough, passing her by in the starlight. She faded into the city as the crowd carried me away.
I saw her again the next night with lips like cherries and eyes like sapphires, glinting a dozen facets of street-light and neon. Our eyes met for a halogen second but the traffic divided us and she was gone.
She was on the other side of the city on the third night, with eyes like blue fire and a voice like the wind in the pine trees. She spoke three words to me and I lost the night in a twisting haze of reflections and thunder.
We met again on the fourth night, burning eyes and mirror kisses. We turned the night into a fiery day. By the morning she was gone.
Now I wait, on the fifth night. I can see her glow across the city, coming closer with every breath, and I can remember how I fell in love with a woman with blue hair and eyes like mirrors.