Your Violet Wind

You touched
My mind
The very first day
We met:

I felt your eyes;
I felt your violet wind.

I knew that you
Were different
From the rest:

You wanted blood;
You wanted love—
My kiss.

At first glance,
I reached
The depths
Of renaissance:

Your almond eyes,
I think they are a wish.

I took a breath,
And
Quickly
Looked away:

I felt your pulse;
I felt your suffering.

I know
Sometimes
I do not
Seem so brave;

It’s hard,
My love,

To look
Beauty
In the face.