The Flare

She intoxicated him with her cognac eyes,

The richness of the espresso they obtained awoke something deep within him,

He basked in the warmth of her presence,

Becoming frustrated and dispirited when she was gone,

For she was the sun and illuminated his path with a light only he could see,

He hid from her impending gravity,

Though they already danced in orbit,

Longing to look directly into her eyes,

He kept his head down,

For the beautiful pain from those rays of sunshine could only lead to perfection,

Or annihilation.