My Love...

two eyes
are boats
your face is the ocean
there are
black moons
there is a whirlpool
in your lips
i am this driftwood
sucked
by desire
of your throat
your teeth
are axes
i am
the food to your
soul
and so
you shall
live...

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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