i can’t look at you
you’re too bright for people like me to look at
i would go blind.
i could stare at you all day
but not when you’re looking back at me
no, not when you’re looking at me.
except for that one time
i’d been crying and when you saw me
your sunshine softened into drips of warm honey
offered to me on a silver platter and i
stared and stared
because there was nothing else
nothing else to see or do
what would be the point of life outside this moment
outside your gaze?
someday i want to stare at your sun,
directly into your fiery core
and find out what does blindness feel like?
because i can’t imagine a price too big to pay
and i would happily go blind
if it meant catching one more glimpse