an ocean's kiss
kiss the oceans on the lips and
she'll pull you down beneath her
rolling crest, her rising breast.
how the skies are dark tonight,
the moon throws up in horror,
spilling silver down upon
the whites of your eyes.
silence is loud, heavy,
and the waters shush your
heaving chest, gently,
brushing light fingers over your
frightened are those souls,
the living, the ones above,
rocking boats are quiet:
you sink into calm,
salt slicing your lungs, lovingly.
how the air is cool tonight,
the wind caressing empty hulls,
their sightless faces sailing on;
hasn't anybody ever taught a boat
not to leave her men behind?
Aisha Al-Tarawneh is a nineteen-year-old from Jordan and Denmark. Her favourite writers and poets include Mikhail Lermontov and Sergei Yesenin. In her spare time she enjoys watching hockey and supports Nizhny Novgorod Torpedo. Her favourite ice cream is mint chocolate chip.
The Ekphrastic Review
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