ORBIT OF YOUR GAZE

 

INTO THE ORBIT OF YOUR GAZE

You are the spark,

the dazzle,

the genuine gleam

that sets my smiles ablaze—

a galaxy of light

etched across my cheeks,

each curve of my lips

a glowing ember

kindled

by the soft fire

of your name on my tongue.

You are my favorite daydream,

a vision so sharp

it carves my imagination

like a sculptor’s chisel

through yielding stone,

vivid as

a sunset bleeding

across a restless sea,

intense as

thunder rolling

through a hollow sky.  

I know, deep within,

those scenarios,

those hidden realms

I escape to

when my eyelids fall—

a twilight meadow

where mist curls

like phantom vines,

where clocks dissolve

into rivers of silver—

they will come true,

will rise

and take shape,

stirred to life

by the echo

of your footsteps drawing near.

The air will tremble,

alive with

the shiver of your presence,

and the edges of the world

will soften,

a fading sketch,

as you step into focus—

a dream

crystallizing

into warm, living truth.  

How weak I will be—

or already am—

in the knees,

a sapling swaying

in the breath of a gale,

when I stand before you,

face to face,

your nearness

a current

dragging me down.

I’ll be free-falling,

a meteor blazing

through boundless dark,

plunging

into the depths—

the black holes

that are your beautiful eyes,

twin abysses

where stars collapse,

where time frays

and I unravel,

gladly lost

in their endless draw.  

Your gaze,

a swirl of midnight and radiance,

engulfs me entirely,

and I spin,

a petal trapped

in a torrent’s dance,

yielding

to the orbit

of your steady look.

The world recedes,

a murmur on the wind,

and all that lingers

is the rhythm

of your breathing,

the arc of your smile,

and the vast, velvet night

of your eyes—

a cosmos

I’ll drift through,

eternally.