It’s An Inescapable Fate To Drown In His Eyes.
They Often Say Sink, Or Swim,
But What If Both Options Open Doors
I Cannot Enter
Fear Entangles Wishes I Whisper To The Wind
Before Sleep Delivers Desires Worth Flying To,
And Plucks Hidden Answers
From Subliminal Suggestions
From His First Gentle Word I Wanted Him,
He Breathes Life Into Seashell Ears.
Waves, Crashing Waves Of Ideas
We Seem To Share.
And, Yet, I Sink On This Tide Of Romance
As Others Swim.
Who’s Outstretched Promises Throw Me A Line,
Bringing Shelter From Storms Of Memories Long Dead,
And All I Want Answered Is
Am I Sinking, Or Swimming Again
In His Eyes.