Love Lock

From the deep,

Painted in dancing lightshows.

Layers of blues, a place of repose.

From below she arose,

Splashing through the curves of her pose,

The sea, a mirror of her emotion,

Ripples of wind-blown motion,

Across her skin, and the sea akin.

Droplets through the tender of her caress.

Of nothing, she might possess,

But of emotion, she must profess.

Though her form is of one in repress,

Ambrosial hands, firm in compress,

Her head lowered, of one in suppress.

Her heart is of aerials, swimming,

Skittering onto clouds,

Upon the sea, skimming.

Yet stagnant, she hangs above the surface,

Dripping a line of thought, wordless,

Droplets of memory splashing into the abyss,

Forever in search, not without purpose,

But in vain, for she has yet to perceive,

That the sea has finally given her a reprieve,

One to her fluttering heart to relieve,

But to open her eyes, she can no longer conceive.

Freedom from the seas, she can no longer believe.

Forever suspended in freedom,

Never free.

Reviews

[loowzerX]

Lovely write. Not only did I enjoy reading it, but I think that this is very very good.
"That the sea has finally given her a reprieve,
One to her fluttering heart to relieve,"

[Kesha]

So delicately written so freely expressed! A great write and an even better read! This is wonderful! :)

[Cassiopia Summers]

Wow... this is... Nothing short of Fantastic. Wonderful writing here. Great work!