Drowning

 

Lost in love, it’s worse than being shipwrecked,
given over to the fury of the ocean,
drowning in the beauty of your hair
and getting lost in it,
like in a haze and maze,
caught in a web with no way out,
and yet I can’t regret it:
all those overwhelming memories
of that supremacy of beauty and enjoyment
will remain alive in me forever
although I was burnt out in the bargain.
Come again, my love,
and we will start anew;
whenever you feel ready
I will also be at hand,
enjoying to get lost and drowned
to burn ourselves completely out again.

 

© aurelio 2018
critique and comments welcome.

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