i notcied his eyes
the last time we ever met
and i was fascinated
because i actually
just
noticed
them
without h aving to tell myself
to look
and see.
they:
deep seas of posion.
and deep!
i do mean cavernous
i do mean affectionate
and full of storm.
he was speaking
it was a perfect cover
for my silence
and for my stare.
i didnt understand their colour.
i would have expected something plain
but this was defeating.
behind the windsheild i sit in the passengers seat and navigate.
click here to speak to me.