Sailing On Sentiment
The crystal clear image
of her face tattooed
on my inner eyelids.
Delicate blonde hair;
snake bitten lower lip—
tender gaze of pacific.
Memories inscribed in jet black ink--
my anchor when tides would swell;
breath of ocean breeze- the hurricanes eye.
Blue irises you keep
remind me of those
summer sunsets.
Evening constellations—
what cinemas
they were.
Vocal cords could harmonize an angelic
melody of sopranos singing in perfect unison;
even slurs that spilled in your slumber.
Again last night I dreamt of bliss—
wishing you'd been there
for my ecstatic expression.
Our retinas reunited;
the song of ours
was playing again.
Awakening only to find this
barricade I built between us
remains anything but a dream.
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