By Nicole Hargraves
She was the Duchess of the Sea.
Graceful, yet, careless.
Not quite royal enough to be Queen.
But powerful enough to let her waves crash down on my life.
I can still remember the head trauma
Emergency trips to her bay at night.
The collection of mind porn...
Of her flooding my hopes and dreams.
She was accessible as the latter.
Her brain could work a two-by-four into your heart with a sentence.
And if you begged just enough,
She'd let you taste her lips of deception.
You get qualms in her presence.
You know something’s not exactly right.
But her beauty engulfs you.
And you begin to drown.
You trip over the simplest things.
The way she moves,
Her hair in the wind,
And the icy way her eyes tear you apart with a glance.
Oh those deep watery eyes of hers.
Keeping the sea unhappy.
Keeping the sailors entranced.
Keeping my head under the water.
© Nicole Hargraves
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