One night I will ensnare you in a stray stream of lamplight
	black pearls floating in the whites of your eyes
	my distorted image given back to me
	in the frame of two dark jewels.
	We'll push on through a shower of neon
	and I'll contemplate the quiet shuffle of your heavy heels
	across the weathered stage of Times Square
	as we weave through a cabaret of strangers
	and unknown friends.
	The mirrored glass of storefronts lashes out at you
	hammering you with quick snatches of your corroded beauty
	imposed upon dime store trinkets and peepshow signs.
	I'll watch your reflection flicker in each frame
	as dreams deferred
	become dreams denied
	and dreams decayed.
	I'll ask you why we make these infrequent trips
	to the neverending city
	You never answer me
	but I know
	that even a starving man would savor the smell of a hearty meal
	knowing full well he could never afford a taste
	And so we watch the lucky ones that pass
	and wonder what dreams they dine on.