| He had eyes to drown in: underwater labyrinths, coral mazes leading away from everything you'd ever known or trusted. You ran, took corners so fast you were on two wheels, crashed into wall after wall, but still you ran, convinced the answer was somewhere in the currents of his mind. He held you like a snake-charmer turning from reptiles to polished glass. He led you in circles and squares, led you in so many shapes, turned you inside out, obsidian, obscured, beautiful. He held you the way a man holds a woman when he knows he's gonna get laid, when he knows he's gonna stay 'til morning 'cause fucking just isn't enough this time. In return, you let him sculpt, shape you so light refracted, every color imaginable pouring from your body, blinding the infidel who dared to look. He revealed in you a holiness only his eyes could comprehend. "Eyes to drown in," you said, leading to a place of understanding where breath was currency. Eyes so deep you grew gills, left behind those of us who couldn't swim. © Ben Trigg |