Eyes

In England there are a remarkable number of ice-blue-eyed people. At my desk I look to two photos with incredibly welcoming glances. I can’t resist the urge to write about the most captivating trait of all (yes, I wrote this):

Eyes:

longing,
penetrating,
glowing
true windows.

cashmere caftans,
dazzling diadems,
crêpes de Chine:
liners and shadows.

calming posture,
caressing hand,
warming smile,
all told in a glance.

words are wasted;
won’t you stare for a while?