Cataracts

My pupils dilate to let you in
every delicate contour is
illuminated by the tail lights
of my waiting friends

We savor each other 
in these fleeting moments
and map the topography of our tongues
telling secrets we can't speak

After blind sensation’s brief bliss
we pull back 
to fall into the oblivion
of each other's eyes

Dark divinities
glimmering with 
the chatoyancy
of our souls