And I've seen them black with desire, when all the walls
between us have tumbled and there is just us, just that moment
when everything fades but the pulse of flesh and blood.
What colour are his eyes? All the colours of the rainbow. I
couldn't pick just one.
Kaleidoscope Eyes
What colour are his eyes? Yeah, ask me the hard ones. I've
seen them so many times in so many moods that I could never
settle on just one word to describe them. I've seen them
outdoors, reflecting the green of the pines all around us;
I've seen them by the sickly orange of streetlights, as
bleached of colour as everything else, but still as alive
as he is. I've seen them big and brown and filled with
wonder. I've seen them grey and drained and indifferent,
when the world had been pushing against him for so long that he'd
lost the will to push back.
