Eyes like the Ocean
Eyes like the Ocean Now (Senior Year) With desire, she stares at the side of his long, white face that is sprinkled with brown freckles flashing across his complexion. His jaw line punctures down from his temple and sits as sharp as a steak knife in a kitchen drawer. He is turned to the table in front of the two, not looking over at her. She, however, body turned on the white couch they are sitting on, is staring at him. He looks sadly forward as silence fills the space between them. I watch them from behind the couch, a couple tables over in the first floor of McWherter Library, the heart wrenchingly beautiful four level library that sits at the North end of the University of Memphis. I wish I was him. She reaches over, him looking somberly forward, and lays her head on his shoulder like a mini statue on a shelf, frozen and staring. She wants to kiss him, to be inside of him, for him to be inside her, to snuggle herself into the dark wool jacket that sits over his long, bro...