Judgement's Colour

I don't know how to tell you
Lest I make the truth ubiquitous
Your creased face omits signs of anger
Disparity, recklessness, obstination
Yet your eyes, as blue as the pacific sunrise
Betray your weathered face.
That blue illuminates my body
Radiates from between my organs
A soft, wet love I would never end

Those blue eyes are in my heart,
One, two
Their grotesque magnificence peers from the inside out
A backwards illusion filling me with incoherent memories
Pictures taken with mismatched eyes;
Your eyes, blue within my heart

Those haunting spheres
Blue by nature, in my bowels by design
Your increasing insistence has spawned a demon furled by stress & desire

Those blue eyes they judge me
Only as much as I judge myself.

Your transparent dearth of compassion
Warms me like a mug of steaming earl gray
Melts the icicled branches of my heart's forest
Avalanches the snow inside my bowels

As much as you make me hate myself
Each ounce of hate is replaced
With a pound of my love for those blue eyes