You look out for that woman
With ringlets of waves
On the crown of her head
As they crash around
Her body that flows down
Like sand in an hour glass
And the tideline of
Her widow's peak
Meeting her pale face,
Slightly tinted sky blue
That darkens as time goes by
Where her right eye
Dims its blinding light orange
And the left one
starts to sparkle in the
Infinite depth that is space
And darkness so black
They stretch forever so
No one knows
Why and where and how
They descend
To the clouded lips
That breathe out cold, salty breeze
Every time she laughs
Or sighs with pleasure
When the gulls fly across her face
And the dolphins leap in her hair
And the seals sleep on her skin,
So she, too,
Lies down and
Marks the rest of the world
On the edge.