He has eyes
that I could swim in.
Get lost in for days,
if he'd let me.
They're blue.
Like the deepest parts
of the ocean.
And I'd be a speck in his sea.
I would float as long
as he'd let me.
Let his body be my raft,
his arms my preserver.
"Can the shore be my lips?
And where the water crashes
against it,
be your kiss?"
I'm down under
in this sea.
Not drowning,
Because I can still breath.
I'm a sunk ship,
risen from the dead.
Yet seen as beautiful,
In this boy's ocean for eyes.