Acting is your power over me
a power in your voice, sleek and almond-scented, its pitches rocking me like an ocean
in your glance, flickering towards me as you speak rhymes--
suddenly I am reeling, electrified by the ambrosia in your eyes.
It is the space you move through, a shimmering aura
surrounds me; I don't trust myself to breathe.

A transformation like clouds to rain and you are here:
crowding me out, drowning me out.
A majestic statue, nearly a god-- oh, an actor!
Your eyes fill my head, your gestures fall like blows,
I am losing my senses-- what is my cue?
All I can think is this listening desire ...

You must speak again, I am waiting for you.