My eyes are full of you
a parted sea from each one
several chariots of love wars
lost to the storm of passage
We are who we lost at sea
better buried and forgotten
sinister stories not told
to beginners at this venture
My heart is the debris of water
raging violently at ease
in a dark alley of photographs
the heart is blind, sees only
days passed
but it's only in fear dreams
are buried alive
my eyes will be full of you
once more
if I kick and live.
©leodavon
L