The Date

She flirts with the mirror selecting each silken petal, each color that will grace the flattering form – O so carefully invented – to cover any perceived deficiency in her feminine identity. He circles round the room practicing his line of descent polishing his wings of power to a mirror-like sheen. They will blind one another with mirrors and petals, with the imagined sight of their self and dreams of wholeness in the eyes of another. Another who cannot even see their self for the interminable buzz of deception and desire.