Your Ocean Eyes
"A portal into an Atlantic utopia..."
Your ocean eyes are a portal into an Atlantic utopia, filled with the love of Neptune.
Can I swim in them until the end of time?
Swim through the rough, but tranquil waters
and float through the beauty of mermaids while gazing up at Aphrodite?
Your winter skin is soft and warm,
a silk blanket on a February Moscow night.
Those pearls are made from endless dreams.
Through your skin, I feel the love of someone familiar.
Then the sharks that swim retract their teeth and retreat.
I get lost in your ocean eyes,
Drifting through a village full of mermaids with amber hair and soft lips.
They beckon me, but all I can see is the one in front of me.
The light pours through the surface,
and…
Atlantis pales in comparison to your ocean eyes.
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Kourtney Risher
I'm a poet and an aspiring novelist from El Dorado, AR.
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