An Afternoon with Athanasia

My frame of reference dissolves
as the blue from your eyes
enters and overtakes my mind.

Blue the color of longing.

Blue the color of
the afternoon's untarnished sky.

And my universe shrinks
to little more than your features:
Supernovas of golden hair
swirling across infinity,
Absolute energy pulsing
with each word that passes
from your lips.

I wander among the ethereal galaxies
of your eyes, inhaling the azure,
my memory dissipating into
the vaulted stillness of your gaze.