the opening of eyes
first image of the morning 
slightly blurred

squinting at the chalkboard
it might be time
to give in

wind blown complexion
she squints her eyes
against the snow

from the darkness
eyes peer through the night
glowing softly

top quarter champion

TOP half Chamption

bottom quarter champion

look into your eyes
stillness 
i feel at home

a whirlwind of emotion—
in the center
I see her eyes

we lock eyes
trying not to laugh
connected

blue and hazel
lock eyes
meant to be

TOP half champion

CHAMPION
 

BOTTOM half champion

unblinking  
unflinching 
I witness a masterpiece

eyes fill with water
just a blink
waterworks

eye contact
we both
look away

avoiding my gaze 
a crow 
flies over

top quarter champion

BOTTOM half champion

bottom quarter champion

blind eyes  
they were the color  
of the ocean

laughing with friends
her eyes
tell a different story

she catches my eye
every time . . .
catching my heart

climbing up the couch
she cuddles up
eyes slowly closing