Dark eyes fill my consciousness. Sparks of possibility dance between us, a tentative lilt in their step. He watches me, what does he see? Laughter from the heart, followed by a curious silence, filled with an almost tangible attraction. I inhale the immediate and exhale the uncertainty of the future.

Dark eyes envelop my curiosity. The intoxicating pleasure of questioning everything pulses through me and I am high. At once a student and a teacher, he watches me, an unnamed hunger in his eyes.

Dark eyes watch me with longing, as a seemingly endless war longs for peace. On the precipice of a tranquil existence and yet comforted by the hard reality of inner conflict. Fingers briefly entwined in an eclipse of mutual understanding, dancing through skies separated by chance and fate.