His eyes, as dark as charcoal, darts around around the room.
He focuses on no one, but focused he is.
Elusive and shy, as people assumed him to be,
hidden from sight, a fiery temper.
Chiseled cheekbones sat below those deep set eyes.
Charcoal, red, hot, smokey.
Connected with another pair, not unlike his,
burns in recognition, cooled down with indifference.
Camel lashes flutter shut,
closing windows to his soul.
Charcoal, his eyes, darts around the room.