A message in a bottle,
was once brought to me.
Adventures galore it narrated,
spread before to see.

Of dolphins to swim with,
Of sea and sand,
In front of thee,
holding thy hand.

Of collecting shells,
along the beach.
Of the waves' murmur...
wonderful speech.

Of fulfilling dreams
before an age,
Of flowers to line,
the margins of every page.

Of exotic things,
to breathe and eat.
Of highest places,
a lookout seat.

But nothing remains,
in remembrance.
As one mistake,
takes precedence.

The bottle is broken,
cannot hold a message.
Sinks below the surface,
Thus the final presage.

your eyes
stare into mine
and suddenly
i’m vulnerable.
you touch
my skin;
and my mind
screams silently-
because i want
you to
do more
than only touch me.
heat radiates
from your body
to mine
and i imagine
that we are more
than we
really are.