How I see her….

Her eyes see me in a way,
no one else did or will see.
Like a cool gust on a summer day,
they pacify my torment and misery.
The waves of the ocean are the curls of her hair,
Lips are rose petals,
and her teeth are pearls to be fair.
Her presence is gleaming warmth in this cold and dusky abyss.
A candle in the dark,
to a sunrise, an ocean’s kiss.

A few deep lines

A few deep lines to remember you by,
A few dead nights with quivers in my soul.
These lines are covert, faded and sunken in my skin,
They emerge back on my body when I am sitting alone.
They remind me of your hatred for me,
The insult, the jealousy and the fury I condone.
They’re healed, they don’t hurt and they barely squeak,
They lie mute under my cuff If I take a peek.
Well, the night comes back and I hear them groan.
Then I pick up my quill and I word their howl.
A few deep lines to remember you by,
A few dead nights with quivers in my soul.