once the small
haze lifts,
of your
blue adoring eyes,
it will all
come crumbling,
slowly
but surely
down.

once your hands
are lifted,
from the angles of my
jaw,
your fingertips to follow,
releasing my blood
flushed cheeks.

undoubtably,
it will all
come fizzling,
calmly
but absolutely
down.

once i stop
remembering,
will something
else follow?