Her eyes are like tidal waves,
constantly threatening to break
the cornea and drown me.
She lures me past the buoys
and lets the tides pull me farther.
My hands are like paddles,
pushing water behind me but never
enough to regain sight of the shore.
I take in a few more breaths of dry air
before I'm completely submerged.
I cannot see the sand beneath me,
so I take one last look at her sunflower iris
blossoming above the waves before
my lungs give out.