• He looked at me with eyes made for poetry. With one arched brow, he challenged me to write. To pick up my pen and encompass all of that I hold with regards to those very lanterns he cast upon me. I grasped his angular chin and swept away the locks that fell over the left eye, as if parting royal velvetcurtains to reveal the magnificent vista it covers. To look into those piercing eyes, one either has to be beyond foolish or beyond brave, because they permeate the soul like gamma rays. Delving and reaching in for darkest, deepest demons and drawing them out to reckon with. Those eyes, those eyes. Those damn eyes. All seeing, all revealing, all accessible, and all paradoxical in dark allure…

    My universe lies in those eyes.

    Compelling. Telling. Hiding. Expressing. Inviting. Dissuading.

    A sea green with a glass bottle bobbing in the waves of its engaging magnetism. A carefully wound note in the bottle, handwritten precisely for the one capable of opening his mind, heart, soul all at once…

    He looks back at me and I read it then: I’m yours; You’re mine now.

    In this engagement, in this flutter of dark lush eyelashes, a lasso cast, a mind, heart, soul altogether reeled in.

    I’m hooked. I’m intoxicated. I’m in love.

    With those green eyes