“ but i like your eyes, they look like bowls of honey when they’re in the light . “

it had always been

i get lost in your eyes like dust in the skies

before he had said something about warm honey or a

bowl of honey in the sunlight

and i had never said anything but sea green or

the color of the chalkboard in the math room

but there was something about the way

he compared my eyes to that of the

sweetener that made everything in the room stop

except for his thumb tracing my knuckles

and the warmth radiating from his body in front of me .