Time and Ice

There were two boys. They were both breathtakingly beautiful. They were both tall and thin and toned. With the handsome square shoulders some men are blessed with. One I served at work and I tried my hardest not to blush when he smiled at me. The second was on the bus home and as he stared at the world streaming past the window I stared at him.

He was so dark, the rest of the world paled into nothingness in comparison. So dark, so bold, so present. So present I was sure nothing had ever existed before him and that nothing could exist after him. So present he looked like time itself. His eyes were pitch black, like looking into a never ending abyss. I could have fallen for ever. All the beauty of the world was wrapped up inside him. Oh, and his hair, how I wish I could touch his tightly curled hair, so different from my own, so tempting.

I walked past him and he looked up at me with ice cold eyes. His ethereal beauty caught me off guard. His lips were like soft pink rose petals. His skin was fairer then mine, though he also had the same few small, dark freckles across his nose and cheeks. His hair was blond though his eyebrows were as black as mine. I found him gorgeous. His eyes, his skin, he looked like a ghost. Like he shouldn't be here, like he was in the wrong world. He held everything unseen in his eyes. The secrets of the universe lay hidden under the clear impenetrable ice. I wanted to touch him, he looked so forbidden. I wanted to kiss him.

I half thought he would feel like ice under my lips.