There is a world
inside of your eyes
Speckles of
Orion and thunderstorms
Andromeda and passion
Wet hot desire
burnished deeply into
those amber irises
You gaze at me
with a devotion so pure
smeared white and gold
As if I am your providence
like you are
the little elixir
that made us deities
crave immortality
Éloa 
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