In every occasion where our
Eyes are fixed on the other’s eyes,
Absolutely of inertia,
Mind ripples as of stoned water.
Iris a love-child between calm
Candescent coral and webs
Amidst an eggshell sclera, both
Space and matter swirling toward
Your event horizon so deep
That Light itself can’t resist you:
A visage perfecting angles
Like marble Renaissance artwork.
I’m cradled in your gaze, Amore.