Question 
 
 
Question – do our eyes siphon light   
From the stars?   
Will their halos rust and rot, darkened   
By the weight of our perception?   
The power of your stare unravels me   
In a manner I imagine   
To be similar – you could snap   
Your fingers, and my veneer   
Would shatter, shards hopeless   
To reassemble, glass crushed to powder –     
 
Your stare envelopes my broken parts,   
Held tenderly, a promise   
Of home   
Peeling back thin layers,   
Underneath raw and exposed –   
My trust in you delicate, still fresh     
 
Your stare leaves me reeling   
Your stare suggests you know   
The answer