Deep in warm trance I ponder how eyes
fixated can relay boundless adoration.
Two segments sculpted to fit one form;
heavenly art gracing this mortal realm.
Alone I am plain and trivial;
reflected in you I seem beautiful.
Self-deprecation is drowned in the liquid cadence
of our fervors rubbing and touching like wind chimes;
playing a freestyle harmony that could lull Hell’s flames
to sweet dreaming smoky sleep.
Clouds and stars around us become mere fretwork
to the vision of our cosmic intersection.
All weaknesses and strengths stand naked; pure.
Anticipation soars and our mouths coalesce.
Eyes closed, but the overlapping reflections remain.
Even the gods covet our passion in this flawless moment.