THE GAZE
jerry KWATCHEY@kwatcheyjerry128608
11 hours ago
#poetry
THE GAZE
There are looks…
And then there are events
moments so powerful they do not simply happen,
they alter the architecture of a soul.
A man may look at a woman and see beauty.
Simple, honest, earthly beauty.
You are beautiful… others are beautiful… and you stand among them.
A compliment.
A truth.
A recognition.
But then there is the other kind of gaze
the one rare men give,
and rare women ever experience.
A gaze not born of desire,
but of devotion so complete
it feels like the universe itself pauses
to bear witness.
The gaze that says:
You are not one of many.
You are not another star in the night.
You are the single burning sun
around which my existence arranges itself.
It is the look of a man undone
not by weakness,
but by the overwhelming purity
of seeing someone who feels
inevitable.
A gaze that turns silence into scripture.
A gaze that softens bone,
steadies breath,
and makes the world glow at its edges.
And any woman who has stood in that light
who has felt herself become the focal point
of someone’s entire being
carries that memory inside her
like a secret pulse.
Life may scatter her.
Responsibility may harden her.
Time may try to dust it over.
But that feeling…
that impossible, universe-bending feeling…
does not vanish.
It lingers.
It echoes.
It waits.
And in quiet hours,
when the heart grows honest again,
it rises
soft, stubborn, unstoppable
reminding her of the one truth
she once felt in a single unforgettable gaze:
There exists beauty…
but then there exists the one person
who makes beauty feel like a language.
A Reflection from the SIMU Collection.
