
love songs for black eyes: for the one whose gaze you caught as your train pulled away from the station, their eyes pools of ink where poets lingered to immortalize their perfect image. for the one for whom you bowed your head as you passed by, too afraid to look directly into those twin solar eclipses burning with an unseen light. for the one who refused to speak but instead stared straight ahead, their eyes as dark as charred joss sticks still standing long after the smoke has disappeared. for black eyes; for the asphalt of roads untraveled; for all of space condensed into the expanse between lovers; for unsung beauties.
goddammit people of color aren’t just food and earth → part 4 of infinity (image credit: 1, 2, 3, 4; requested by stardusted)