I could feel the vibration of your screams in the air.
I could perceive your sight touching this vibration, by curving the time.

I could understand this vibrating touch.
I could realize the sense of the curve

And the sight of the second curve, the sigmoid curve.

The air would be very much compressed, it would get the sound..

The twinkle in your eye would be assailant
Through an opening and it would reach the ground,
By gliding rapidly along your very long, curved eyelash...

You would re-enter your own world, deep inside you,
You would become the curve in itself.

Love would become an unstable point of equilibrium...

A gray cloud would form when the air would be heated by the sun
And a sphere of incumbency would engrave your insular thinking.

I wouldn’t be able to keep that second anymore.

The second would glide between my fingers

My praying fingers.

The horizon of the sea
Would be photoengraved with corals and shells..

The eye horizon would receive this for comprehensiveness....

That would shiver the universe...

You would be awake, you would be able to be revived.....

Marieta Maglas

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/curved-eyelash/