Brown Bloom In A Quiet Ocean Poem by Lenny Camacho

I had been swallowed by some eyes.
They gradually became familiar.
An untouchable skin wrapped around a hand,
like an island in the horizon
enveloped in silky sands.

They were a mountain at some point
that pulled me up
and showed me what they saw.
It was a marvelous sight, but frightening.

I washed up at their beach,
after years of living on an island
of her soul, sunbitten, but alive.

Bright bloom
floating all over my dry spirit,
absorbing my essence away:
they stung me and stunted me for a while.

I saw them, and fear embraced me.
Their ardorous presence on me
made me melt like wax,
scrutinizing what I was,
and what I had been made of.

I always tried to hide from them,
because I knew I coudln't escape
their crushing stare.

I drowned in their deepness, not once.