I try not to let anyone catch me gazing at you But it’s like gravity has shifted. I drink in the sight of you, Any moment when I can look at your face. When people are around I force myself to ignore you But that makes you loom larger, A force so powerful my heart aches, And it is an agony to turn away, to pretend I don’t feel a pull strong enough to dizzy me- Just one more second Just one more glance As if you’ll be gone if I wait too long. In those rare moments when I can look at you without fear I’m surprised you don’t see the tenderness in my face, A gentleness I am ashamed of Because it is both Unmistakable And traitorous. The artist in me notices the curve of your jaw The softness of your mouth The depth behind your black rimmed eyes.
I could paint until my hands bled and not capture the hypnotic grace you wear like a mantle. I truly don’t think you have any sense of it.
The other day I walked into the room, glancing into the shadows And stopped short. I covered for it quickly, but what halted me wasn’t surprise at seeing someone in the chair there, It was awe. You could have stepped out of a painting of the fallen angels and chosen that armchair as your throne. Soft light poured over the green velvet of the cushions, stopping only to frame your face in shadow. Your eyes glittered in the dimness As you glanced up at me, And I could have left the Garden Aflame For your gaze alone. Just then, I know I would have.
It is dangerous to look at someone the way I know I look at you. Beauty isn’t the word You’re something more Something harsher Something deeper Something More complete, And when I look at you- Sidelong Hoping nobody will notice Hoping that you won’t find me out But drawn there by a force I can’t resist- When I look at you,
I know that Heaven and Hell are only words But I feel Both In my very skin.