The blue lagoon resting

Against the curved tip of your eyes

Seems very tempted to swell,

And lay upon my dimpled lips.

And as this liquid dream

Gets traced in my recall,

Like your hands' sketch on my waist,

I choose to stay closer

And remain mirrored

In your ocean eyes,

In those timid crimson tides-

I glimmer like a handsome moonlight.

Waters settling in its bend-

Too eager to fall.

Too impatient,

Too weary,

In its waiting

For my goodnight kiss.