How I lost my vision

Thank you for your world
meeting mine for this spell in time
like a soft silk skirt sashays
by my hand in a crowded room,
setting my skin ablaze with goosebumps
sensationally, the white noise of the party
fades- and it's you and me.
I'll remember the collision,
rather,  how I lost my vision
and gained appreciation for everything
beyond what's black and what's white
still, losing sight, of me
in way of ecstasy.