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