As she contacted my eyes,
her words lost their purpose and
in the mellow sea
of my subconscious reality.
Yet I became conscious of being
by her trance and wandering
within, as if I were a stranger,
welcomed by the brown encircling the black
that became the silhouette
around the eclipse of her pupil,
all surrounded by swift rays of gold.
And I came to the conclusion
that if I may find a reason
to regain connection
with a state of realism,
I should please forget the masterpiece
that is her
so I could later be captured and embraced
if she were benevolent enough to lock gazes
with me once more.