What it's like to Wander

My Ocean

Tides in my eyes ebb and flow,
Pulling me toward her again.
My eyes, now waterspouts, drown me
And save me all at once.
A stream flows forth from me,
An unimaginable force,
One that creates new paths to her,
Flushing my cheeks red with bitter longing.

Stalking along the banks of her body,
I watch her rise to the occasion.
I softly caress her, my toes in the sand.

These are my eyes, and my tears that swallow,
They don't seek, but find fortunes to
Bring me back to her and her waves-
Again- I feel her cruel embrace.
I, who is made of love for her,
Love for the unrelenting currents,
The restlessness of her storms;
She pulls me under and my-
Once terrible fate-
Is absolved.