Between Plumbeous & Smalt

I don't mind that you can't recall the color of my eyes
you excused-
I look down when I smile
it's true
for now I am the guardian of my bliss.


Veritas whispers,
they aren't mine anyway
the only color they are
is the color they aren't
& also by the way
your eyes create the color you see
so they're more you
than me
moreover, sweetest pickle,
each atom is only ever on loan
soon it will be part and parcel
of my evaporated glance