Forgetting How to See

Falling in love with him was like
forgetting how to see.

The world fading into the sparks of his eyes
from across the room, one smile enough
to topple the city
shift the earth.

Falling in love with him was like
forgetting how to see,
the waves of it descending in veils
heavier than Sandman’s dust
(only with darker dreams).

I looked once and never looked again
caught, stuck there when the world
faded into his eyes and the sparks
they held.

Falling in love with him was like
remembering how to see.

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