Dance in the eyes

The dance in your eyes

never ceased to fascinate me:

a tender chiaroscuro

that veiled volcanic flames

whose intense fervour did not scorch

the quaint cadence of the heard music.

What is it that you seek:

an oasis in the desert?

the alchemy for transmuting pain?

the touch that releases the music

lying captive in tortured veins?

Whatever that be,

I love the God

you created

or discovered

in the little space

between you and me.