…notice me now, think of me tomorrow, remember me forever.
because through your eyes i become a landscape
with my blood an internal river,
drawing warmth to skin and red to lips
and mind-scapes of fragile silver .
under your gaze i feel in just the right place
as you notice the small things , a catch of breath ,
a strand of fire and turn of phrase.
and in your mind i become a thing of beauty , a terrible shape
to set nerves alight and churn memories
against crags of darkened stone.
