There is a river of ruby running up my arms and down my legs,
and in my chest,
a vault of vermillion,
a million shades soar all through my body,
and while my loyalties are split,
I still gave my heart to this island,
an honest, open heart,
split across the shining waves of the majestic Mediterranean.
Drowning with my hands untied.
I am at my most beautiful,
at the bottom of the ocean,
no longer conflicted,
no longer gifting my soul to one side or another,
just sleeping among the fishes,
as they leak into my dreams with sweet lullabies.