What color are your eyes again?
Staring into them is its own gift.
Two great salt lakes, as deep as they are wide. As full as they are deep.
Color isn’t the first or second or third thing I see when I look at them.
I see today’s elations, last week’s good memories, and last decade’s pain.
I see a grip of reality and your habit to deal with it.
Your eyes and their owner share the propensity to search and wander - a habit I hope is never broken.
Their darting back and forth, up and down, looking for the next adventure catapults my own vision into the flow of your hair falling around them.
What color is your hair again?
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