Look only into my eyes when we make love
for if your glance should stumble elsewhere
you will see not me but my deformities,
the misshapen amalgam that is me without you.
In loving you, you’ve rendered me perfect, whole,
rectified, an unblemished Adonis to your Dawn.
Your eyes need never stray beyond mine,
for in their rheumy orbs you shall behold
the Big Bang of creation, the sensuous dance of Shiva,
the birth of humanity, the awakening of consciousness.
Just look in my eyes and I promise you will behold
the universe entire, with you at its center.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem