e y e s like greyed oceans, skies bounce the light and widen monotones into blue-ish rips pulling in, in dizying spiralled circular waves. and lighter with sharked blackened depths coursing in the centres. lulled. whistles of destiny in her eyes, cold hard ripples, nipples always at water edge. at edge. on. windy goosebumps hit by rays of sun that peak beyond where we cannot breath. and still,longng.endlessly with eyes in sun and eyes of water.depth of unknown into the soul
doth this go.
