"abyssopelagic" poems
Your eyes are the ocean
Your lashes are the waves
It’s a privilege to drown in them
And even live just for a day
Your collarbones are the trails
My lips want to wander forever
Your jaw line is the road
I would walk forever
Your lithe being
Is enough to take my breath away
Your pure heart
Is enough to let me stay
You are ethereal
You are otherworldly
Your beauty is abyssopelagic
You are perfect
My heart flutters when I see your previews
(I became an agastopian because of you)
And every after sunset and sunrise
I still fall in love with you
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 2:05 AM UTC
Our first allision, in the offing
Nothing ever stuns the onlooker
Ripple out into meditative layers
We are a pair of choplogic ships
Blending in multiple narratives
I notice a splash of color, snapping
Your oceans' scenery is crystalline
With a high-tension passage
Rising tides grew like ivy
Issues are a grain of sand
Fluttering in the slight breeze
Are in my flaccid hand
Your tousled, bold-spry knees
Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 4:13 PM UTC
a drowning depth of your
cobalt coloured eyes. I stand
stumped.
an abyssopelagic. lost in a delusion,
where we promise to
meet in our frayed, paper-thin clouded
dreams.
the moon-glade, bouncing off your
translucent pale skin, I watch
the reflections of the weeds withering.
your eyes, containing the ineffable
oceans. a shade of
verdigris. a blueish, green colour.
holding sparks of doom.
incandescence filled despair. how can
shadowy sadness be sparkly?
you laugh. and it reminds me of the
sounds the waves make, to each other,
before they lash onto my toes
on a windy twilight.
a hold on a fiery disposition. yet,
a conceding decision. to tie my
dancing, paint tinted fingers, to remain
your caged bird of possession;
a sigh escapes my lips. stuck in an endless loophole,
a luminous filled deception.
May 11, 2020
May 11, 2020 at 9:58 AM UTC
I'm so deep I hit the floor
here's where continents rise
I'm practically the bottom
but I mean the opposite
Sea stars and squids
pretty little invertebrates
are the only things here
'cause no light shines at all
I'm freezing without being frozen
and tough enough to crush
They thought I was the end
till they found my friends
Aug 7, 2019
Aug 7, 2019 at 12:40 PM UTC