Existent

My infinity.

She looks up through her thick dark lashes, and suddenly, yet slowly, I become lost. Lost in her presence, in the sense of her absence. I am undone, pulled under. Weak, by submission. I recall the first time I ever held her gaze, how mesmerizing her pupils were, black as night, and reflecting sheer light, allowing it to pour out of her, in waves. She was so, bright , as though she was  unintentionally reaching into the darkest corners of your mind, and, with little effort, bringing the sun, in a way that triggered each and every nerve inside my brain and lit me up like fireworks, exploding like supernovas, dying and coming alive, all my cells drying to dust and sparking to life. That very first time, seeing her, for only a few seconds, reinvented me. She made me new. 

Reaching down, neck arched, face tilted, trying to hold eye contact though my lids feel heavy and enclose around the pearls that allowed me to drink in the oceans, like petals around a rose. My lips brush hers, ever so slightly. And as though my ashes had been burnt out for my whole life, a flame ignites inside my chest. I am on fire, through every vein pulsing heated blood and, little oxygen as my breath is, almost non-existent. Thug and, pull, pause, sigh. The world stands still, but mine keeps moving, as though I'm travelling. Overwhelming myself as though I was starving. Water fills my eyes like the, seas that part between my, closed mind, and, empty heart. There was no way to have had enough, or be justly satisfied. She was a black hole in the middle of the universe that just kept expanding. She was infinite.