His eyes are grey-blue like the frozen sheet over a lake of Infathomable Fear. His eyes are soft and sharp at the same time like the sweet kiss of metal and theyβre dark like holes in my heart His eyes are open wide and his pupils dilate when he looks at me and I donβt need to ask when heβs that close because I can tell from the softness of his breath and his fingertips That He loves me Like falling rain that runs down my glasses or plaid flannel shirts that we cannot abandon, His eyes are light when he looks at me and they gloss over like clear nail polish when he walks into a crowded room, animal instincts wide open with fingernails he doesnβt know he is hurting me but I let him hold my hand as tightly as he needs to.