opening eyes, finding yours looking back at me
heart stopping in the still air of the moment
deep blue of the sea, awashing over me
to a light ultra marine...your eyes are like the serf
turbulent yet deep,  in frothy white soft foam
your head moves and you eyes change hues
taking wings you fly with eyes of cerulean passion
lust deepens and they darken still to cobalt
flecks of the silver shooting out sparks at me
burning me with the very touch of your gaze
smoldering passions take hold, dark cobalt blue...
taking us to the forest with the green cyan
now we now lay in pine needles of spruce
softly drifting  off into a cloudless midnight blue