Your ocean eyes have touched my tortured soul
by M. Teresa Blaylock
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.