Neptune

Your ocean eyes have touched my tortured soul
Like heated waves upon a rocky strand;
And like the sand beside a tumbling sea,
I melt beneath your gentle, knowing hand.

Now here in ancient waters, bathed in sun,
All lost in dreams, I float upon your scent;
Within your arms, no thoughts of loss intrude;
No will have I to wonder where they went.

Your salty passion blinds my bleeding eyes,
For precious moments washing me in bliss -
The presence of your body blanks my mind -
You work a healing magick with your kiss.

In perfect love you calm the mighty deeps;
In perfect trust the bride of Neptune sleeps.

by M. Teresa Blaylock

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'In perfect love you calm the mighty deeps; In perfect trust the bride of Neptune sleeps.' - Great Poetry thank you for sharing!