basilisk eyes.

Staring through your eyes gives me an unhealthy bout of limerence. It takes me to another realm with your ascendant gaze. I never thought locking eyes would feel so intimate. Eye contact came with no witnesses. You slowed my life in an instant, and in that moment I got clear-eyed. A vision that left the void in me wide open, but I never wished for you to close it. It was so poetic as we eyed each other through the crowd full of many eyes, all of which were wincing. I didn’t know your name, or who you were, but your eyes told me a story that no words could write. It led me on to you, and you didn’t budge. I came towards you, and you waited in the corner, with a drink in your hand. And gave me your time. It was nice to meet you and experience the way you spoke your mind. It took my breath away listening to someone so eloquent, fading into the light and then back again. You spoke with such confidence that I couldn’t help but stand and listen. Your eyes pulled me closer, and your mind closed the door behind. Four eyes staring out the window of two souls in synchronicity. I came with a hunger that couldn’t leave me. That left me feeling like my life was truly famished. I searched in all the things I knew, but couldn’t feed it out of me. There was nothing in my knowledge that could prepare me for your presence. You crumbled my ignorance like a Jenga block. Hit my ego to the core and sent me on an ego trip. Someone so beautiful yet measured, even as the beauty kept spilling out. I wouldn’t mind an ego death if it came with you instead. A night out turned my life into a party. You reminded me there was no point in hiding. No point in running away from a life that wasn’t staying, and kept running after me. You gave me back a feeling of innocence, wrapped up in not trying. I wasn’t trying hard enough, and that's probably why my kite didn’t touch the sky. You’re the wind that readjusts my gust. You were perfectly fine with me coming incomplete like a jigsaw box, and you unwrapped my fears like a Radiohead song. Everything falling into place through serendipity. Meeting you was a chance in the matrix, and I took it. I swallowed the pill, and I hoofed it. My mind running through scenarios like a storyboard. Your friends checking up on you, like Is he bothering you? But we were having more fun than Netflix on pause. You told me you loved Evangelion, and it felt like a genesis of an anime watch, Death Parade on the stereo. Grimes playing Oblivion, as we got lost in each other's thoughts, with the neon reflecting on graffiti walls. I came to the party with a hoodie, and left feeling like I wore a beach shirt to an event that was exclusive. You opened your silver purse, took out a cigarette, and smoked it like a Sicilian. I am a goodfella, and I can help you hide the bodies in the woods at night. I will light the lighter for you after burying them. Stand on the dock as a defence witness. Slit snitching throats like a hired hand. A loving man with a Glock in hand, a pistol whip injury for all your fiends. I turn into a dangerous simp at the whiff of your fragrance, my mind short-circuiting as you call my name. A night like this can turn a nonchalant into a crying man. Break through the front, like a gentrified plan. Your sight petrified me, eyes basilisk. Is it the light or the hiss that came with the sound of your name that turned me into a frozen gargoyle? Your aura is so medieval, and could last a couple of lifetimes. Turned into stone as part of your history.