I glimpsed a picture of you today.
And all I saw were curves.
It stirred virgin waters.
And caressed virgin nerves.
Fears evaporated and condensed into hope.
Tears tried to levitate but couldn't even float.
A cool lengthy fall gave me time to think.
Why attempt? Why brink? Why board a ship destined to sink?
Why conceptualize the concept that said ship could ever float?
Why lay here? Why write? When she sees no ships just boats.
Through the seas of my eyes I saw your face.
Seas met my lips, I tasted not salt but fate.
A face fated for me to continually see.
A future predetermined. I'm destined for the sea.
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