A gray sky did loom he had long hair and high cheek bones.
Then those green fucking eyes, --so there were a million before and between-- but like a Persian rug yours were woven. Yellow for charm (speckled here and there) Blue for intellect (underlying) Olive for artistry (outerlying) and Green for loyalty (all over) They have been haunting me at night, alone to my dearest thoughts like men working in the distance, they call for attention--- at which you stare unwillingly. God, damn it. Goddammit, God fucking dammit. I read you a sonnet of my soul, you delighted. I know your future. Fuck. Do I dare ask the cards my own...
