You look at her doing some art
In bed with her Samsung
Galaxy minitab. She is in a world
Of her own, in a skimpy pair of shorts,
And a brown-beige top.
And I’m afloat in sight, the light
Waves undulating through the vacant
Space, carving open a dominion
Along her contour lines. Suddenly
She is all that your eyes gather.
And how beautiful,
For the ocean to drain through your eyes
To sharpen the lines that unravel the source
Of what lies concealed.
Your Atlantis.
