I read your poem twice. The first time I let my eyes drift down the paper, experience the cascade of words and glimpsed images. The words seek to catch me, but only one, ‘tourmaline’, stops my heart.
The second time, I read the words, devour each line with my eyes and again, ‘tourmaline’ clicks, an exploding solar flare of iridescence, an impossible truth.
I look up, blink the world into focus, and fall into your deep tourmaline eyes.