Muffled voices under the sea
Guarded with all the cages
A home for living imagination
Me and my pretty little nation

All caught up in here
So I'll choose my own sky
There it's just you and me
With our feelings amplified

So let's get wasted
Run around naked
Why not create a moment
Only we can make it

But maybe these are beautiful lies
Or maybe it's just beautiful me
There's much more life has to offer
I'm still halfway through the puzzle

So just call me a wanderer
When I sail across the sky
When I walk towards the moon
When I drive to the sea

So I picture myself as a wanderer
When the sun's glowing
And it's hard to look up
And the stars on the night
I wait for them to show up

let me touch all of you
slowly
until you’re mine.
until i can touch your back like i want to,
and your hair
and your ears
and your jaw
and your lips
slowly I’ll get to know you again.

how you move;
alone,
and with me.

He's staring intently
                                                  at the task in hand
incomplete masterpiece
                                                 outlined (a deep black)
bitten lip;
                                                 - out of focus
I adoring His own
                                              magnum opus
hands;
ache to trace
                                             sharp jawline; a
defined collarbone-
                                            ridges and valleys
…..Gravitating back
                                           he holds it up for approval
dimpled smile;
                                               breaking dawn

                            "Perfect"
                     (hear myself whisper)
closer now, frozen tide
                                             a whiff of the ocean
                        tsunamis in my heart ; waves crashing

          (but I wasnt talking about the sketch)

love, untethered
may capture
the wrong
heart.