your soul is wondrous
deep as the sea
vast as the cosmos
rich like honey
pure as moonlight
like clean sheets
and clear nights
i want to swim
in you
but i'm afraid
i'll drown

there is a beautiful intensity about him
dark
like liquid tar flowing within his subconscious
but never sinister
the moon quavers
beneath his gaze
for he doesn't just move with the tides
he controls them
every crest of a wave
mirrored
in the swell of his lips
every movement
carried by his hands
sweeping
up and down my figure
subtle
his voice
carries a
cacophony of cries
reaching and bending  
to touch what he can never quite feel
like waves, yearning
hopelessly grasping
at a shore they can never attain
and when he crashes
he does so
with the weight of thunder
and a spark of lightning
flashing behind his sea glass eyes
he breaks
splitting into a wondrous kaleidoscope
of fragmented thought
and warped memories
just gaze into his eyes
and you will drown
in pure, undiluted passion
for they hold worlds
deeper than we can ever fathom
& i want nothing more
than to take off my shoes
and dip my toes in the wonders
they hold
so that i may feel even the slightest tingle
of the truths that simmer
unbroken and ethereal
behind his eyelids

only the moon knows
all the secrets i harbor
only she
in all her infinite wisdom knows
my heart is still heavy
with the absence
of you
she feels the sadness
seeping out
in the midnight hours
as my mind
traitorous and finicky
wanders ever so sleepily
back to you.
your rough laugh
your long hair tickling my collarbone
the delight in your eyes
and in your hands
when my lips
ever so gently
met yours
and there is sadness in her gaze
for she knows
that for all the light
she shines down
none can compare to the light
you once held
for me
the light I watched dim
like a candle running down
until one day
it burned out completely
and she shakes her head in sorrow
at the tides that wash my face clean
on far too many nights
remembering days past
when our bright eyes gazed up at her together
when she shone down on our bare bodies
tangled up in her light
silhouetted against
your clean white sheets
as she listened to our late night whispers and
lightly caressed our fingertips
now
i look on alone
and she thinks to herself sadly
that two bodies
basking in her light
were far more beautiful
than one

i had to let you go
you were turning me so cold
that even though
you've been gone for months
my fingertips
are still blue