Eyes

Moments suspended in motion.
Eye contact hangs
like a twisting leaf on invisible gossamer.
Each of your eyes land on mine
and the distance between us
dilates and shrivels.
Your mouth doesn’t need to move;
those twin galaxies speak for you.
Am I worthy of your eyes?
I can only hope so, or I
will be the refugee of
a broken heart, once
again fleeing the collapse
and
wreckage of
love.