Your lungs bare a breath
That drives my sensations,
Wild.
A warm, slight gust.
It takes me aback,
Like a house attempting to withstand
The mightiest of hurricanes.
I am defenceless
Against your daggering, crystal blue gaze.
It pierces my soul,
And penetrates my very heart.
I am a wounded warrior,
My heart no longer a heavy hitter,
But a lingering weakness.
Stepping into battle against your tender touch,
Would prove to be a futile mistake.
I will tremble before you,
As many have before.
You are the anchor,
Bound to my feet,
I cannot stay afloat
Whilst you plummet,
To the ocean floor.