eyes
Janet Kuypers
started 4/4/15, finished 4/6/15
Growing up,
boys didn’t like me,
kids made fun of me.
I was raised to think
that I was a plain girl,
easily overlooked.
I’d look at my eyes,
the same eyes my dad
thought made me
always look sad,
and wanted to think
that the song
“Brown Eyed Girl”
could have been
about me.
How silly of me.
I should know better.
And maybe that is why
I’ve always loved
blue eyes.
Eyes not like mine.
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The eye is a fascinating thing,
it’s beautiful to study,
especially yours…
If I were a biologist,
I’d take high-res photos
of that eye of yours,
maybe magnify it as large
as I could, so I could study it
like a slide under a microscope.
I would search for meaning
in those mesmerizing patches
and shades of that unique blue.
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They say science
can explain all,
so maybe it can explain
why I’m so in love
with your eyes, or why
I’m so in love with you.
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Eyes are our windows
to the outside world, but
they’re also portals inward,
giving us mere mortals
fleeting glimpses
to who you are inside.
I think our colored irises
floating on an ocean of white,
punctuated with a pupil
were designed that way
so we could follow
each other’s gazes closely.
I’m watching you.
You probably see that.
I hope you’ll watch me too.
Because scientists
have studied the crypts,
pigment dots and furrows
of the eye, and scientists
are now figuring out
that the eye really is
the window to the soul.
So, maybe I was
on the right track
by loving your eyes,
and never wanting
to lose sight of them again.
