a small black circle swims inside the deep turquoise
pearl that rides the peak of an ivory orb; there
is another one nearby, almost symmetrically
identical; both sit just above, and each side of
the bridge of her nose. I can't stop looking at
them, but somehow I manage to remove my
gaze. I want to sensationalise these sensational
eyes but I can't; I want to step through these
lights into this soul but I must wait. I can at this
time only stand back and look from a distance,
or that space, that face, will never have the
chance to come closer...