I have an obsession with boys with blue eyes. Not a deep blue like when the sun has kissed the horizon goodbye for the night. But an ice blue, like a glacier slowly melting down their face with sugar water. It pools in their mouth and waits for him to speak sweetness or for someone to come along an exchange it between soft pink lips. His cheeks have a blush that reminds me of rose petals floating in white tea. There’s always a light behind the glaciers regardless of if  colors of the northern lights are visible or if it’s the pitch black beyond Saturn. The light could be dimmed, but the ice magnifies it.