Her Gaze

Her gaze, deep yet absent, ethereal yet judgemental, was the last set of eyes my own saw before the world spun out of control. Moments became longer, and the passage of day to dusk became senseless. The four hours that preceded my encounter were a mystery. All that was brought to the forefront of my broken memory was a note pushed under my door that read "eyes". The reason for such a message was undoubtedly connected to the woman's eyes, whose wounded beauty caused an ache through my stomach. A powerful ache that held me locked where we stood bent forward before the woman who refused to tell me her name. As my eyes met her steely, deep green crystals, all the power that coursed through my body to my eyes couldn't peel them away from her gaze.

She refused to tell me her name or the nature of herself. Though powerless to any alternate, my eyes were drawn to hers. The ache was abnormal, as though my body was tangled.

A strong sense of unease came over me as the colour poured from my face. My legs and arms became heavy and weak. She too just stood there, but even when she lacked movement and opened her soundless, blood-red-hued mouth, her power held me, caged me.

Hardly one to worry too much about the supernatural or urban legends, but from the moment my eyes met her gaze, a deep sense of doom overshadowed all reasonable thought.

Even when she turned to face a raven that had flown too close to her, her command over my mental and musculoskeletal system was as strong as when her gaze met my own.

The raven, a breath away from her mouth, stopped, halted, held suspended as though she had command over the unseen forces that control our world. The raven's gaze met my own just for a second before she summoned forth the honorary raptor's heart. Cruel and uneasy the act was as free of blood and sound, she never changed her countenance.

As the day darkened and dusk shrouded the alleyway where we both stood, my blood pressure rose, and my body started to react to the stress she had placed me under. Was the note hers?

My mouth moved to speak, but no sound came forth as she waved her left hand towards me. Her mouth pursed as she seemed to scream. The strangest element of the whole otherworldly event was that my heart and soul were as enthralled by the woman who would usher me to death as they were full of horror. Lust? Perhaps. As she moved closer, my heart weakened, and my body stood erect by her command, but my gaze never left her gaze. Fear and lust overshadowed me as my head was full of her. All memory of my world was forever changed and featured her, only her. Her and her deathly, sensual gaze. Her and her shapely curves stunned and thwarted even the most powerful. Was to become her prey, my end? Hope seemed short on supply as my cerebral cortex was repurposed as a herald for her. My Empress. My Temptress. The last face my eyes gazed upon before my whole world was consumed by her.

My breath was useless now. As my body gave over to the power that coursed through her body and through her eyes to my own. As she led me to my doom, my endless doom, her story, her tale of old legend played out, as much to warn me of her powers as to warm me to her ethereal sensuousness.

Dream? Perhaps, though, the blood that rushed through me and the touch of her mouth on my own told me another truth. Had any power been left, my heart knew there was no way my need to succumb would make space for any attempt to break from her grasp.

The warmth that caged me, the deep gaze of her eyes that told of a past, present and future beyond sense, and the unfathomable sensuousness she exuded were all my soul now needed.

As she led me away to doom, defeat and glory, all knowledge and sense of self left me. All that was me was gone, replaced by all she wanted for me. Unease and fear could not overpower or overwhelm the warmth, the serene loss that overcame me. Hers. That knowledge of my new purpose fuelled my release.

Darkness and an endless dawn danced between us as she took me and cared for me. My Empress, My Temptress. Elegance beyond elegance, the darkest and deepest gaze – the last gaze my eyes saw before she became my world.

Belong. You belong were the only words she uttered, between pursed breaths and deep embraces as she absorbed my heart and soul, my world.

No man or woman deserves to be alone, whether cruel or full of love, dusk or dawn. Her entrapment became my world. That gaze, ageless, endless and full of the world’s greatest knowledge, horrors, gore and glory, love and loss, lust and death, entranced me as we became but one.

Freedom from power, freedom from sorrow, freedom from freedom, she took me and made me complete. Her eyes saw through me, gouged at my heart and soul as my shell, my musculoskeletal husk, was full of only her. Her thoughts, hopes, loves, needs, dreams and losses- shared they became, as we became one.

Though the note, the creator and the author were unknown, the end brought a sense of peace and grace to my world that was also unknown before her gaze. Perhaps truth shall be granted to me. The blanket, the shadow she shrouds over me, offers enough reason. Beyond sense, surely, but not beyond love or hope. Found me she has, and we belong, we become one and are complete.

When the start and the end are the same, peace and order hold and own us.

She, My Empress, My Temptress, My Start and My End. My World Complete.