Of wave and water

He said her eyes were exceptional,

like her.

Beautiful and bewitching,

the kind that made you look

and look again,

only longer.

Eyes the color of the sea

when it's a swirling mass

of wave and water,

the deep

churned up to reveal

what is below the surface.

Windows to her soul?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

But these eyes,

he knew,

were a tempest

framed by sooty lashes,

and he always loved a good storm.