da Vincian Frame

Safely terrifying;
Lung-stunningly
Breathtaking;
Suddenly
Hyper-masculating;
High art atop danger,
Heart-startingly
Paralyzing.
Eyes come ‘round,
To a dumbfounded
Stranger.
But he sees
The tell-all of you;
From faceless-behind he knew,
Before you threw him
Wide on a glance;
He stood astounded
All the same.
You’re a schism in his name,
A five-alarm fire.
Magnetism
Against pragmatism;
Inner bells
Abound in eggshells.
Four-seconds twice
Ain’t just a look,
It’s a rook in play—
And a thrilling way to meet,
But he’s mistook
Less for more before.
That was pain down deep.
Soreness.
Time.
Peace.
Perhaps a dance with apathy—
But you’re a kicked door
On that nonsensical numb,
A winced-second surprise;
The violently rumbled cage
Of a sublime bewitching,
And its freebird
Aloft on raging smile.
It’s absurd
How will-crushingly
Beautiful you are.
What a while:
Dim-past the wave and lull
Of that anesthesia,
Your lashy amnesia;
A fuzzed-up moment
‘Round a zoomed-in torment
Within his thankful head,
Embedded up there
Where creep-of-grey is.
Doesn’t know-fast what the date is,
Or who close-in you really are,
But he’s a far-off day
From erasing the frame of you,
Your him-lit face;
That’s scarce grace
He’s scared enough to hang up
And onto.