Through the years we were having an affair, it would take me a few weeks when we were "on" instead of "off" to be able to look him in his eyes. It was fortunate for me that my first husband's eyes were also blue, as the "blue eyes" reference is overwhelming in all my writing.
It's why I fell in love. If the eyes are the amulets of the mind, I wanted the mind behind that beautiful color. It is just a color, but that color came full of meaning for me. I'm not sure what it means. It's almost funny to think of the wreckage spilling out behind this relationship: a marriage ruined, lovers scorned, lies in heaps. All because I am chasing this color.
"Tell me, sweet eyes, from what divinest star did ye drink in your liquid melancholy?"
It's like the color of the "Save Now" button in Blogger, or the color of the scroll bar.
It is also the frame and setting of his eyes. They are set deep in his head, in hollows, and often ringed in black. His lashes are long and dark.
And their expressiveness, or the lack of expression...both drive me mad. His eyes can shine and be mischevous, or shut down, almost as if a veil has fallen over them, or as if they have turned inward. The inward-look frightens me, but it's very sexy. It usually comes when he is telling some kind of horrible truth or revealing an inner vulnerability.
"With affection beaming in one eye and calculation shining out of another."
So look at the eyeball picture! Do you want to give him money? That is usually what they make me want to do. When I look deep in his eyes, I want to give him money, or rub his back, or take off his clothes and lie with my head on his chest. I wish I could take a picture of the way his hair smells. Then you'd understand.