Uranium Glass
You looked straight through me.
Never having felt more transparent
Never having felt more solid.
Your eyes, their radioactive colour,
My favourite colour,
Your sea shines through them,
Cutting through their uranium glass.
Tough, rare, to be cherished and protected.
Those colours, your colours, hold it all.
I see the waves of possibilities
Whispering through them.
You're so close, can't you hear.
Low songs of sirens bouncing off the water.
They're telling you to surrender to it.
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