crimson ocean girl

her hair’s as deep

crimson as her lips

now and i used

to wonder how deep

and malleable they

could be, unexplored

as our oceans, if only

i could say my ocean

if only i could know

how soft her skin her eyes

her voice could be shaped

by my hands but i’ve only held

her like water in my palms so

she’s dyed her hair a darker shade

as shaded as the ocean floor