he said to me
your eyes are stained
the brown spots in your sclera
are like sun spots
cool
dark
common
your gaze does not burn me

i turned away and said
that is true
i may only be as bright as the moon
but my eyes pull in more than tides
they are magnets
attracting everything towards me
the hostess of solar flares
i may not burn you
but i am a storm