Gaze

Gaze

Gaze into your eyes

and feel a warmth I cannot name—

not fire, not light

but something trembling in between

a quiet fever without a claim

Soft as the hour before the sun

when night still clings to the sky in blue

yet burning beneath my skin

a hidden, lucid, cobalt hue

Your breath breezes against my face

a hush that stirs the dark to bloom

I’m lost in your tender grace

In your dreamy shades and perfume

A sultry fragrance, slow and deep

unfurls like wine left out in air

I drink it through my lips

and find yours lingering there

Then on my tongue—a minty trace

Cool as the first morning dew

Twilight veils your flushed face

as if the dawn itself were you