Her hair

A bloodmoon

Resting in a canvas

Of freckled stars

Her eyes

An aperture to the morning sky

I float willingly lost

In her aqua atmosphere

I count down the days

Until she can meet me too

When I can shrug off the shadows

And visit her room

Won't she be surprised

When she opens those Atlantic eyes

Soon I can show her my aching love

Soon I can claim her as mine