i swim in the deep oceans of your eyes.

                             I swim in the deep oceans of your eyes. Deluding myself, I hallucinate. I believe in the salvation for so much blueness we drawn ourselves in. I believe to be not possible what, as a fact, is impossible. They don’t call me in, neither do they avoid me. Passive, as the inevitable passing of days.

                             Naturally. I enter them.

                             Slowly. In the silence of night.

                             Inevitably. I lose my self.

                             Intentionally. There isn’t a way out.

                             Arresting. The dark and light tones of those eyes. A maze to the soul. And so on, and on, I swim. I swim towards, I swim from, I swim for the pleasure of swimming in your eyes. I do so, incapable of ever escaping the temptation they deliver me. I swim out of curiosity. Out of need. Thirst. Thirst for finding myself in that same blue that mutually fills our lust. There is no sense of gravity when I float in your gaze. We are so light, like clouds in the sky. 

A.