Of smoke,
Which curdles in the light
And mirrors,
Who shatter should I look away,
Nothing of the Earth,
Can whip me to a deeper frenzy,
As your eyes of black,
Which ignite with wordless desire,
My heart that cannot fail,
To crave to love,
Your form;
Metaphysical – a manifested dream,
That cradles me each night,
Lest I slip back to my own world.
