Reflection

She stood on the street
With a cigarette.
The air, their hands - cold and numb
Beneath the gray blanket.

The flaxened adulteress tempts him
To be the first to taste her vintage.
It is her traitorous lips that bleed
Him from the inside
While outside he drowns
In her designer misery.

All he wants is her
Affection.
She wants the same thing
From her reflection,
Expects a smile,
Finds only tears.