When I first saw you.
I thought I saw a star.
Beauty in form.
Aphrodite in the flesh.
The way your black eyes seemed to shine even if they looked like the void.
The way they looked at me like I was something more.
Your black hair that fell down your back.
Captivated me as I was looking into the Black Sea.
And I was always scared of the ocean.
But looking at you made me feel a little less afraid.
Making me want to explore rather than sit.
Understand rather than wait.
It was a call I couldn’t stand to ignore.
So when I took your hand for the first time.
The sea swallowed me whole.
Plunged me into the darkness that I was afraid of.
But I wasn’t too afraid.
Since you were right there with me.
So as the roses grew from my eyes.
I forgot the things I saw in you.
The way your teeth was stained with blood.
The way your hands were cut from plucking roses.
But I don’t need to see that.
When all I need is your darkness to hold me.
As I feel your hands caress my thorns.
#The Roses That Covered My Eyes
tidal lark
shadow thicket
It's beautiful.