You remind me of everything mysterious; how shallow my concepts are compared to the living power that animates your eyes. You pierce my masquerades so fiercely that my calm is obliterated and I fear for my illusions of safety and mastery, which your silent gaze exposes as the ethereal jetsam of ghosts and the echoes of seductive lies.

You fascinate and intimidate me at once. When I see your visage, I must again reach for a station far beyond my capacities. Your slightest attention sets fire to the explosives buried in my soul, and the blast invariably tears me apart, revealing a new body that bears the subtle remnants of each previous encounter like the brushmarks of a master painter.