December Scribbly

His eyes shine like sun glinting off a tossing sea.
Bright and sparkling but with the hues and familiarity of soft sea glass.
The depth of bluish suffocating smoke and yet the heft of tempestuous clouds just waiting to storm.
Exciting like some glossy moon reflecting off a steely patch of ice.
His skin gleams with the freshness of a first snow with those broad flakes that catch in tousled hair.
An independent geography of freckles and blemishes blanket every possible inch of skin.
The next breath carries a delicate soapy scent, a bit like laundry, a bit like new.