Girl with Blue Eyes

She never missed a trick...
no thoughts could he disguise,
nor misdemeanours hope to hide
those eyes would not detect.

Blue, they were, as the bars
on the wings of a jaybird;
clear as crystal ribbons
that trickle down the Ben
and as deep as any ocean.

He grew wise – careful
not to swim out of his depth;
but the rip-tide
got him in the end.

In her arms, given half
the chance, he’d have died
a million deaths.

“What she didn’t know
about the kiss of life,
wasn’t worth the knowing,”
so he said.