Blue Eyes

Between the sea
and the sky
lies the curvy horizon
which is only seen
from the white of the sand

A storm is the nemesis
strong and slow
ready to make confusion of the palette
it is the hurricane
the typhoon
awakened by the raging bull in my chest
ensnared by that voice
like a lullaby, sweet and soft
calling my name

Sailor of the air
I fearlessly prepare the ships
ready to leave port
in the evening, a week from today
and my destination
worth the adventure for a man
is Her

Courageous endeavour
shipwrecked I will end
drowned in the blue sea of her eyes
and under the sky
lost in her curvy horizon
to only be seen
calm, and asleep
on the white of her thighs