The moment has three acts. Here are the facts.
He reaches out to touch her as if touching
her were normal. Her beauty blasts: it isn't
normal: it is profligate – too much – a waste –
it overwhelms, it storms his gates, spills more
than he could ever gather, taste, erase.
What to do? Pursue three rites of rue: burn –
be stabbed – behold. Yearn, grab, grow old.