Nothing Like The Sun

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun
dark, brooding wells of ravenous desire.
One look and all is lost, too late to run;
too late when she consumes me whole, entire.

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun,
yet like a comet, I am in her orbit
A comet's tail to show off for the one,
in secret hopes the goddess will absorb it.