Ocean In My Eyes - Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

POEM 99: OCEAN IN MY EYES

There's an ocean in my eyes

there's a dame on a boat sailing solely by

stealing glances at my eyes.

'One glance' she pleaded

and the ocean obligated.

Just one glance at my eye sea

into my ocean she did sink

and her paddle paddled away

from the clasp of her trembling arms.

With liquid arms

I drew her in

her defenses floating in the wind.

Her feeble limbs had not learn to swim,

so down she drown;

not by default.

In my eyes is an ocean deep

each surface stare bred desires for more to see.

Her eyes deep looking, emotions awakening

from a slumber deep and long.

The wet embrace of my gaze

stole her blinks; no twinkling for her eye,

No stop to hush her gaze,

so down she drown;

not by default.

In my eyes is an ocean deep

each surface stare bred desires for more to see.

Her eyes deep looking, emotions awakening

from a slumber deep and long.

And when my arms washed her onshore

with a withdrawal of my gaze

each stare were crested in her thoughts.

In the ocean of my naked eyes

were paintings that sunk to her eyes;

Sweet and sour tales

Lofty and shattered dreams

Freshly painted hung floated by

got stuck on her mind,

because my ocean can't hold for long.

And so, shifting focus on empty space,

I let go, though with mutual pain.

Though she's washed onshore

She wishes for another second

the contours of pain,

of words I never shall say,

of 'yeahs' turn 'nays',

and yearning only imaginations could tell

were hers to own.

She wishes for a second

she's a seafarer and the ocean's hers

so with her rowboat she could conquer my eyes

and the heart that speak with stares.

She wishes for a second

she could drown yet again

deep

even deeper to the ocean bed

and therein spread her mat and lay her head.

For those eyes without coats,

Nude and ravished,

painted an altar of oaths,

and absence of clothes

on the canvas of her mind,

playing back in monochrome

memories she wished could be hers to own.

But she's just a stranger

drowning and gasping in another dame's ocean.

Though she may not rent a space in his eye land

she'll have a fair story to tell

or maybe try drown again.

- Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

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