Seven Faces
She has changed
Seven seas – ebb and flow
predicitability
low and high tide
Moods rise blue,
red, and then white
bitter-salt kisses
cold to warm oceans
She has changed
lapping gentle waves
white peace rearranged
into red passion
raging into madness
Her eyes flicker, dull
to bright. Grey shadows
hover above. Blue, dark
midnight blue overtakes
Struggling in the current
I gulp in her breath
silently sinking in her
Confusion to black.
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