The Perfect Second

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My hands dangle aimlessly in the water,
cheek scrunched against my arm,
staring into my reflection.
Till the sight of olive eyes pierce the water, warbled by the pristene window.
I stare in awe at this beauitful sea goddess.
Her hair spread out in a large weaving tail suspended in time.
Round cheeks and a button nose, A small chin that juts slightly out.
Eyebrows exitingly looked up at me as she rose.
I see more detail, skin smooth as sea washed stones,
light pink lips turned up in a smile.
Shoulders, lovely,yet strong. The bubbled breach the water first, as she emerges.
Her hands grasp mine lightly,
my embaressingly small fingers grasp her long delicate ones,
entwinding in a tight embrace.
Hair whips back down to normal as it slowly drips down her back.
Eyes now closed as she inhales, exhales, breathes in the air.
Now open staring at me, smile widening,
Our hands held tightly.
Eyes of shiny brown staring lovingly.
a small dive into the water,
allowed me to see the most perfect second,
of my life.





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