For Melissa

It is as if your eyes see right through me.

So, I dare not stare too long.

The urge to lose myself inside your eyes

is growing much too strong.

The waves, they crash upon me,

their ever-present blue.

They take me down within it.

Oh god, now I am through.

There will be no salvation for me;

from this Medusa, I cannot look away.

Unlike Perseus, I willingly surrender

to waves I swim in every day.