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My maverick memory has marked
Many sets of eyes
Eyes I've missed for long enough that I only remember them as blue
And oft resignedly forlorn
Eyes like roasted chestnuts
Warm and laughing until a flame dies
Only green when glazed over with sleep
And in rage and other passions, red-black
Flint-hard and coal-hot
Eyes like the North Pacific
Diluted with winter
Deep and simple, open and shielded
The smallest windows with frosted glass
Huge, dark, rich, wet puppy-dog eyes
Eyes that can hide nothing
And wouldn't want to
Brimming with compassion
Glistening chocolate spheres
Melt me with your empathy
Eyes like warm, clear tropical waters
Magical liquid light-eating shapeshifters
There are new traps in these seabeds
Earnest, grinning, troubled, composed
For many virtues have I liked many gazes
And learned, though not enough,
From the impenetrable holes in cherished faces