blinding warmth

i can’t look at you

you’re too bright for people like me to look at

too bright

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

feasted

on you

stared and stared

at you

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

for you

and i would happily go blind

if it meant catching one more glimpse

of you.