I think that there is no doubt, that my best physical feature is my eyes. I don’t have a particularly great body (I’m pretty overweight), my face as a whole isn’t too special (I have a big nose), but my eyes I think make it all ok.
So the thing that I think make my eyes my best feature, isn’t that they’re some stunning shade of blue, but that they have a little golden halo in between the iris and the pupil. It almost looks like and eclipse (and when bragging I definitely use the term eclipse).
My father and my sister both have some variation on this, which I think is pretty cool too. I haven’t seen it on anyone but the three of us, and so it makes me feel as if we’re some special group of people.
I should mention that I don’t think my eyes are necessarily better than other people’s because of this. My son doesn’t have it, but his eyes are an absolutely entrancing blue, while my wife has gorgeous green eyes that have a pattern that is like a green kaleidoscope. But enough about her eyes, if you want you can read about them here.
I looked into her eyes, and admitting my mistake said,
“Oh I guess they ARE green,
but they could be greener.”
Her eyes opened wider,
shock shimmered across her wholly green pupils.
“How could they be greener?
They’re all the way green.”
I felt humidity rising from under my collar,
sticking to my face.
“Um… like more emerald-y” I stammered.
I knew what I meant.
The words were in my brain,
but dissolved before they reached my lips.
‘Your eyes are forest green,
Without much light they appear brown,
No less beautiful, just unidentifiable.
Unlike the glowing green of a lime.’
But my lips and tongue had been rendered useless,
newly dried out, tangled up in each other,
a string of cords woven together accidentally,
incapable of being straightened quickly.
Her cheeks are tomato red.
They could not be redder.
Although I cannot see it,
I know she is exhaling steam.
Finally her lips curl up at the ends,
turning into the grin of an animal
before it finishes off its prey.
Again words fail me,
I don’t want brighter,
I don’t want more vivid.
I want to see them as brown, in the dark.
I want to see them as green, in the light.
I don’t want them to be greener,
But they could be.’
(This poem is from my book, “Everything I’ve Got.”)