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Your Big Blue Eyes
Your big blue eyes cut into me as if they are small daggers piercing my skin,
Arousing the intensities experienced after a night of ecstasy.
Followed by the days of depression,
Yearning to grasp that emotion once more.
One more stare, one more glance, one more glimpse.
A glimpse into that story you so willingly hide behind your eyes.
Your big blue eyes take me to the days I spent hiking the Himalayas,
Craving to look upwards, toward the topaz-colored skies,
That beckoned me to climb closer, step by step alongside the trees.
The same abundant skies that turned gray when the smoke lingered,
From the burning of those trees that enveloped me during my hikes.
I smell the burning of trees when your blue eyes fade to grey.
Your big blue eyes tell me to embrace the moments until they flee,
As opposed to reflecting upon the haunting past —
I see my own story through the reflection of those eyes of yours —
Or even allowing anxiety to take hold of me when looking too far ahead —
Beyond the now, beyond your persuasive eyes.
The moments I spend now, drowning in those waves of blue, I welcome.
