Sometimes I look into my lover’s eyes
and I find the seas in him.
He’s got mysteries
as deep as the salty water itself
behind those eyelids.
His glare brings back
memories of the storms he’s survived
and I often find myself
floating on those sparkling eyes,
sometimes even trapped at the bottom.
And every time I look at him
I drown in his sea of stars
like a sailor greeting death.
He is my sea, and I am his sunken ship,
slowly dissolving into him to be lost forever.
My lover is the sea and the sea is my lover.
By Ashna Mathur (Poetry)