The Better Half

Her eyes curtained unsettled oceans
that swerved , billowed, roared.
Floating in an empty corridor
in the dark, they swirled
strong in the nailing thunderbolts,
breathing candles of hope.
Lensed by the brimming saline,
the lining of her mettled prowess,
they flashed a tender pebblegaze
at my ageworn half heart,
and wedded hers with me.