He is blue.
There are oceans and seas and lifetimes between us and yet the thought of his cyan eyes burn bullets into my core
the night sky is an abyss of black and sparks- too far to hold, just close enough to feel. With a single orb of light rocking me like a pendulum, rocking me like a child.
Here. Where I am.
There is red and green and purple and gold and orange and silver and all of them. Are swirled together.
But he…he is blue.
He is whispers and fresh air and dandelions and cool stone against warm flesh. He is butterfly kisses and origami paper and quiet, perfect dreaming.
And in all the seas and skies of the world, I have never once seen
such a breathtaking shade of blue.