This swelling sea I savor;
the immeasurable depths of your bold blue eyes
became my true-north mirror, allow me to drift far from shore,
reflect the clarity of who I am, who I long to be —
not who I once believed was curling beneath frail bones.
Your every breath is a slow, sweet sonnet recited sotto voce;
bassundo winds exhale shadows into chiaroscuro obscurities,
calm pastels as they gently brush their sculpted sunsets.
You unbraid my hair with songs of tenderness, unravel my protests
with untamed promises of life unrestrained by terror, only bright love declared;
we are poems borne of wings into dusk's wide and darkening sky.
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