The Eyes Have It

The Eyes Have It

The swirl
Of the girl
As she entered
The room

Took up
The space,
As one
Might assume,

In fact
Her demeanor
Just filled up
The place.

Spiraling,
Encouraging,
Spilling over
Like lace,

Seen
By the hall
No chance
Not at all

And rested
The seat
Across
From my feet.

Covering her face,
She asked
The color
Of her eyes.

"That's a trick
Question,"
I came
With surprise.

"You mean,"
'What colors
Do you find
My orbs take?'

And
With that
Her fathoms
Did openly shake.

"Gold
In the center
And outside
Grey sheen,

With flecks
Of deep brown,
You know
What mean.

Crossing
The paths
Of hazel
And blue."

And with
Just a smile,
She winked
To get through.