My eyes are brown
brown like mud or a dead leaf found decaying namelessly on the ground but that’s just a poetic way to say my eyes are shit brown.
His eyes are blue
blue like the sky in early afternoon or that halo haze around the moon when the weather is about to change - his eyes are the perfect hue; serenity blue.
and when those blue eyes catch mine my irises don’t feel like puddles of mud even though that gaze brings forth a flood of elation, a change of self perception and I can see my eyes through shades of blue.
Now I see my eyes are brown
brown like the bark of a banyan tree or the center of a sunflower kissed by a honeybee brown like the supple earth beneath my feet
and darling, brown has never felt so sweet.