Two rays of light met
at this focal point,
converging to form a
real image
that never seemed likely
in this plane.
Like magnets we collided
and walked
and explored
and we formed a beautiful image
(I saw you and you burned a place on my fovea, where rods and cones and every piece between sclera suddenly became more beautiful and more perfect than its previous incarnation, seeing for the first time what sight was intended to see)
and so we looked into each other’s eyes.
