Every Question, Every Answer

In his eyes was every question asked by anyone who has been straddled by love. I saw every doubt ever doubted, every question ever asked, every suspicion ever offered. But, what is more perplexing, is the fact that after seeing every question I simultaneously saw every answer. The glistening sparkle in his eyes held the answer to why the world was. Staring into those orbs of life informed me why the dinosaurs had to become extinct, why Adam and Eve fell in the garden and why humans evolved from some type of ape. All of this was in the eyes of someone who had a profound effect on my physiology. Many call it love, but I call it foolishness.

My body was less real than it had ever been in this moment. All there was to life was his eyes. All there was to death was his eyes. For a moment, I lost myself in the simplicity of such an existence. Every concern lay before my field of vision and every solution to that concern lay in the same place. They were gold and brown, his eyes I mean. Like honey and amber, like chocolate and caramel, like sunlight through the shallowness of a lake. The pupils of his eyes were the abyss that caused the big bang. As they dilated I observed the answer to why the ocean receded and returned only to recede again. It was because they could never stay away from the shore for too long a time. The shore pulled the ocean to its borders just like his eyes pulled my hands to his chest and my soul to his embrace.

It was the most logical illogical thing I had ever witnessed in my life. It made no sense at all and still, it made perfect sense. Science would have to agree to every theory that his gaze presented as pure fact evidenced only by the smile that moved through his eyes like the sun behind clouds. I was eternity and I was second, I was death and I was life, I was fear and I was courage. Everything and nothing only because his eyes told me so.

Even as I watched them I wondered if he saw the same thing in my eyes? Did he witness the same vertigo, the same phenomenon of knowing everything and nothing at the same time? And no sooner than the question had been asked, I found the answer in the one place that it could be: the stare of the one who loved me. The answer shocked me and confirmed something that I had already known. I was wisdom and foolishness, he was knowledge and ignorance. And together we were fantasy and reality weaved into the perfect artifact. One that could never be bought or destroyed but only growing stronger as time lost its momentum to the assailant of forever in the eyes of my lover. He was, in fact, every question and every answer. Perfect illogical sense.