Your eyes

Jesus, Lady!
how your eyes
are so like torches in the night,
how even in these photographs
they bore hard into me
and make me gasp
despite myself,
arrest me, test me,
tie up my tongue;
and let me know,
I have no words
when I need words
to do some justice to their light,
or to the way
they sway me
helpless,
like a moth to flame,
towards wanting you!