Most angular and curved,
are the lids that lock in the beauty
of this most prized possession –
those pools of the most precise and
rare green jewels, that mortals
call the eyes, which become an eloquent grey under the suns rays,
the way they speak volumes of love to me.
They are more than tools of sight,
they are unseen oceans
and unfathomable seas
that I, if I were Odysseus would
voyage for the…
The ship has sailed and I am left
on the shores of misery.
Deep down I wish for the seas
to be devastating and harsh;
for the winds to swallow up your pretty pink ship,
and for it’s passengers to be stolen by
Poseidon’s lackeys for food.
But alas I am also conflicted
because for the moment your frame stood
on the beach
I longed for you.
when the waves kissed your toes and it’s salt turned into sugar I longed for you.
your heart is cast off,
never to return;
while I roam the land
with no eyes in their homes.