Our rendezvous

I sweep your face into a feeling,
And that feeling into my handbook,
as I try to remember the glance that froze me,
the glance of all the stars stuffed into one frame,
your dress, my constellation in the dead of night,
And flames coming out your body as though a phoenix,
I couldn’t look up to such appeal,
I release the idiot in me and look up,
Your face, like the sun when you gaze too long,
stunned me... I forgot how to think,
Even more how to feel,
I put you in my book on purpose,
Five seconds and you’d already taken a chunk of me,
and it had taken a hazy memory of something old to be there, an eternity!