When I look at your face
it's as though I looked at something incandescent,
for when I turn my eyes and blink,
I see an afterimage
of your perfect face
like I see after looking at a naked light bulb,
but I rarely turn away.
My eyes are glued to you
and yours to me
like stationary rays from airport beacons.
I suppose that we'll stand here
smiling and staring
until we go blind.