You look at me,
your dark eyes doing that unfair smoldering thing again,
and I'm drowning,
swept off my feet into the hypnotically magnetic force of your stare.
Our conscious, our souls,
our entire beings connect
across the space between,
and it's perfection:
fiery ice and cold flame,
detached bliss and conjured heaven,
ephemeral and everlasting,
intoxicating yet mortal...
no wonder I like your eyes.