Clear your hazel gaze; you are completely submerged in an underwater paradise, suspended in the motions of the current. No, you're not drowning, I've given you enough endearment & sustenance for you to breathe on your own- even in the abyss of my oceanic heart.
Of course, you always knew you could dear.
So smile & sail along the swaying tides of teal, graze my shipwrecks with your gentle hands & kiss along my roughest of reefs. Find a mermaid with an elfish face, maroon hair & red lips to taste. Feel no limitations of world above the surface, staying in this place with you forever would be oh-so perfect. The albatross of our concrete lives, lived out in cities made of glass and steel, would never be found in a place such as this- we are forbidden to sustain ourselves through more of such unhappiness.
For down here, we simply float on.  
We can get high in the waves, and sing all of your songs. For the water lifts all the worries we may have, in times when we are not strong.
You dove into me, simply chipping away at the stoical walls I've fashioned over time. The fortress comparable Alcatraz, I built to keep my demons in and every single soul out. But you, the flighty sea spirit (believe me we are birds of a feather), made your way to my castle among the waves; soaring over all misconceptions & doubts.

Gotta stop writing
**** love poems
For a complete ****
Who will never read them.

Gotta stop writing
Crap fantasies
About a complete ****
Who will never fulfil them.

Gotta stop writing
Sick eulogies
For a dead friendship
That will never hear them.

Gotta stop writing
**** love poems
Before they become
All that I can write.

spring's gorgeous colors
shall burst forth from their buds
into a gala show

a light mist tarried
o'er the slow moving river
on that autumn morn

like  skin  want  lips  night  words  love  soft  just  time  say  sun  hair  summer  know  eyes  morning  crave   burning   tick   way   life   long   old   smoke   moment   body   kiss   people   dark   small   voice   black   cigarette   face   hold   fingers  
ocean   little   breath   mouth   red   need   girl   sky   town   feet   new   stop   cigarettes    make    naked    things    feel   hands  fall  past  bed  tired  cold  filled  *******  softly  vie­  vivre  we'd  walk  dawn  left  air    
look    white   yell    good    thought    head    art    bodies    boy    rain  ­  wine     took    dry    drunk    road    snow    bottles    poetry   untitled  
you'd    light    nice    maybe    tongue    secret    kisses    ­warm    supposed    kissed    remember    touch  future   leaves    leave    music    ice    strong    wild    bones    sin­ging    couch    throat    sleeping    young    scream    
lovely­   mountains    eyed    coffee    golden    purple   inside    cheeks    world    taste    used    came  lungs  day  alive   room   sunlight   different  end  heart  letters  think  kind  open    distant    dancing    hearts    sweet high    knew   tears    blue    mother    water    freedom    wonder    painted    wind  ­  makes    read    told    heat   happy    
afraid    grass   brown  half  late  exactly  raw  large  hanging  whiskey   clothing  flowers  drunken  palms stuffed  there's   tiny    silent    moments    hot    dreams    bit    speak     dance    desire    dust    ready    arms    moon    run   drink    fast    trying    longer    slowly    darkness  
  real

A circadian rhythm breaths endlessly
throughout the sacred heavens,
ancient wavelengths of beauty.

Infinite spirals of cosmic-dust-tentacles
spin off into the brightest stars,
undulating into complex-patterns
& they never sleep.

They sing in vibrant tones,
fluctuating in their brilliance,
sending secret messages
to the weary sojourner,
who sees their twinkling
& understands her meaning.