Green Eyes

No words can do them justice; they possess an ineffable beauty

The windows to your soul are fashioned of gorgeous green stained glass

You tilt your head and they shift: purposefully enigmatic

They glint with some unknown pleasure

I hope it’s ME

But know I’m far from the spectacle that befits those eyes

Sometimes I think they are the cruelest things on Earth

When you run your hand through your chaotic strands of dark hair

And set your gaze upon me using your eyes like disastrous weapons

Leaving me weak-kneed and vulnerable

I feel like a fragile piece of glass

Dangling from a thin thread

Spun by the disorder you create with every glance

Other times I know that those eyes are the best thing in the world

However deep and dark and mysterious they are

Like the murky waters of a swamp dragging you down so slowly you can’t tell

It all fades in your laughter

When they squeeze shut and reopen glowing with unexpected happiness

Because humor comes from context, and surprise is your comedic weakness

The gleam of your unguarded green orbs

It’s my inspiration

Or perhaps my obsession

The ever-changing inflection of your deep, suave voice

The anarchy of each rebelling strand of soft, dark brown hair

The smooth satin skin of your permanently tanned body

The intelligence, the humor, the concern

All your desires and dreams and fears culminating in the swirling green

Your eyes kill me

And revive me

I hate them

Because I love them

Those wonderfully, terribly unsolvable, unavoidable, surprising eyes

They plunge into depths explored only in brief figments of unreachable hopes

Everything in those eyes

All of you

And my reflection

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Rick Puetter]

Hi Nicki,

This is wonderful. Great language. Intelligent yet very approachable. A nice combination.

This was greatly enjoyed.

Best regards,

Rick

[Nicki]

Thank you so much! I really appreciate you taking the time to comment!