People tell me I have this sense of self that radiates off me like silk spun with moonlight, but I am just a girl lost in her own eyes.
You look at me. I am a plain face you will soon forget and, in judging my flaws, your gaze slips. My eyes latch onto yours. You grasp the bone of my eye sockets and plunge into my eyes.
You fall into tropical water that pulsates with the heartbeat of my being. Your body is drowning in aquatic sensation. Undulating sand lit with the essence of sunshine overwhelms your pores. Dance of soul drags you down. Briefly you drown.
Salt crusts to your flesh as air floods your lungs. I am still staring. I am still watching. I am the shadow behind the door you desecrated.
Enraptured by my eyes, you do not see me, but I am glad because I am black and white. I exist in the grey, in the shadows between colorful lives. You call me dull, but I am bursting. I am alive.
I reject the poison of your color wheel being. Sense of self ripples off me. Sea foam at my ankles and galaxy for hair, I embrace the parts of me that mirrors the night sky reflected in an afternoon ocean. Through these eyes, I see the world.