A Near Kill

Every time she walks into someone's eyes
the black hole rises
from the bottom of the inner utmost
It is not fair to resist such a hopeless attraction
not even escaping as loosely coupled cloud
Such gravity is too forceful to slip away
Should one surrender
Should one run away
Some would be so happy to fall for
what might be called love
Some might be so guilty to fall into
the trap of desire
because either way one were not ready
to be left with a broken heart
as snow shower after the encounter