The infinity of pleasure,
Much to Baudelaire's distaste,
Was not in the fleeting second nor the timelessness of time
The drunkenness of sensation or the breaking of our hearts.
The infinity of pleasure was,
Only, and will only be,
In her eyes.

And as long as she keeps her eyes open,
And you do too,
And as long as neither of you blink,
That split second will indeed last forever - but -
It is in the eyes,
Only the eyes.