I would lose myself,
Translucent ocean of grief,
Its fluxes dictated by its own moons, chimeras.
In that world;
Lost in its currents,
To glide, drift, caressing that cheek,
Fall – dizziest moment – coming to rest on her breast.
Taste the brine
Bitter with sorrow,
Forbidden dreams, sunken mermaids:
A whole world in torment, crying, calling in its sleep.
This to you:
I feel no desire
To quench those tears, to lift her soul.
Those lips may murmur endearments but the heart smiles, still.
Tear image derived from stock by Dark-dragon-stock at DeviantArt.