i want to put my hands
in your hair
you are like filament
glowing in an
incandescent bulb
hard to look at
until you hear
that tinkling snap
and then darkness
and i wished i had risked
the blindness of looking
rather than the blindness
of looking away
or extinction
Words and Feathers 
Oooh. Good.
I’m certain I felt the floor move beneath me as I read your entrancing words. Gorgeous!
Thank you, my little poet. ❤️
What a beautiful poem.