Ocean Eyes

I dared to look into ocean eyes

and the maps of worlds inked down his arms

He smelled like the salty breeze that clings

To dark tresses and the residue

Of crystal that spills onto the driftwood

Like the arctic waters swirling

As if history is my holiday

With ten thousand stories to parse

We sail onwards

Waves upon seas






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