When I look at your hands
I grow weak,
I can’t look directly
at you at times
when we speak
or all of my strength
becomes fleeting
–your eyes like a tide
pulled me in and kept me under–
You’re blinding like the sun
and that smile —
that smile could bring
the whole world to its knees
stop it dead in its tracks
so distracted and humbled
it’d start spinning
the opposite direction