Winking stars long dead
and moon’s calm eye
upon your gentle face.
Lips a downward curve,
and darkbright eyes wide
and alive.
Your gaze a flood,
rain and deluge.
A tempest louder
than all passions past,
and the sum of every kiss.
Your burning glance cleaves
the fog of past lives
and sunders the dark glass
of yesterday.
I tremble
shoulder shot to ear.
Ache and bristle
with your eye upon the abyss.
I break with the thought
that you sound my soul
and still cast such an eye upon me.