The eye follows you across the room.
When you enter
it seems impossible
to avoid staring.
The drool,
probably, I could better control.

You are stunning tonight
however
you are stunning every night.
Every time you let me see you
I can do little else.
I could imagine
how this might weigh on you.
I don’t want my attention
to leave any sign of strain
on your lovely face.
Still
I seem unable
to help myself.

If it’s not too much trouble
could you just let me stare at you
a little longer?
If that is too much trouble,
then could you maybe provide
some pictures
of you at sleep?