Laying my eyes into the yore at you,
Steering clear of the picayune shimmers,
I was squinting at your contumelious winks.
Your fathomless overcast nobbled me up,
Closer to the portentous incandescence,
Welding like the Great Bear or Cetus.
Now I see your kissers accosting me in hex,
Even in that deep, dark abyss,
Beckoning me higher and deeper.
I may not be Paganini, but a bargain has reached,
The Savage now fiefs over my murky ardor,
Your light conquered me in the recondite.