Her eyes on mine are magnetic blue on hesitant green.
When she captures me with those eyes,
I am lost in the most inviting oceans I have ever seen.
Her eyes on mine are metallic connection on years of isolated green.
Bright, mesmeric, and
Wide enough to take all of me in.
Her eyes say more than the words on her lips, but
Her eyes on mine are only the half of it.
Her gaze holding mine has depth like a soul.
At its core is something wild and fearless.
Her gaze holding mine is contented suspension in a force field of ultramarine.
My mystified green beholders yearn to be held there forever.