For The Woman With Brown Eyes

whoartgos:

if it’s your eyes,
then i’m lacking focus,
back to square one.
the weight of the world
drips from my heavy clothes

words only fail,
couldn’t relay hazy 
transmissions received
from the bottoms of oceans
naturally, secrets are whispered 

kicking feet dare not disturb
placid overtones, why fight
the gentle currents?  

i long for your touch
like gasping breath expels
water, salty waves cascading
if it’s your hands?
well…