as time stood still,
when she walked past me,
my eyes disobeyed,
and walked with her.
my nostrils long to surf
the waves that wash ashore
onto a face so precious,
with lips so red that they make me
crave blood for breakfast,
served on her plate, ridged and wet,
flowing over mine, dry as winter.
i’d start a life in a sauna heated
from the mist of that heavy breath
of hers, when she walks up those stairs
that lead nowhere.
to catch a glimpse of her smile
is to fuse two atoms,
and they’d still not burn me
half as much as she does
when those deep black eyes
dart over me,
and beyond me,
leaving me undone.
i’ve built a tomb around the memory
of the first time i spoke with her.
i protect, cherish, and worship it.
i sing so many praises about someone i know so little of,
that religion makes sense as i put her on my pedestal.