Your stare locked me in, stamped an imprint,
Right where there was dark and now you blink;
Flick the light, or, could it ignite?
I’m following the contours of your eyes as they bow,
mimicking your smile,
There it is, a pearl of redemption squeezed out of the corner
and into dust.
I never thought to see love past lust, but there, as a beacon,
Vibrant, electric, reconnected, back on the grid.
Keep the passion turned on, life can fuse-out as fragile as a candle on the altar.
And you, worthy of so much more than a late-life flicker.
It’s on ice, nice, live twice.