Innocence [more metaphorical song]

Your hair was as black
as my heart now,
your smile, eyes
unzipping  
every outfit I wear.
Your heart: a sinking submarine,
my heart: that bleeding guy on a deserted island.
 
Your body like the ocean swinging  
back and forth.
I just want you,
I just want you,
but your heart sank long ago,
sank to the bottom of that ocean
while I'm still thinking possibilities of your motion.
 
And this is why I can't,
I can't
just choose.
My hands and heart
freezing up the sea,
trying to stop it.
But time moves on.
 
And your heart remains,
and mine complains.