Of wave and water
Jan 08, 2018, 07:18 PM
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.