The drapes in the wind blow towards me as the sunlight spills across my body,
shirtless, rough, grizzly, tough.

The clouds move forward despite their size,
Upwards, above, massive, love

The shade rotates one hundred degree's,
almost, done, over, won

The day seeps through me like time and breeze,
Hopeful, water, river, caught her

She is like angels,
and I only man,
She comes at angles,
Only she can.

I am a vessel,
Love from the skies,
to her lips to her body down to her thighs.

My point is a person,
My reasoning doubt,
Purpose within her,
Without her, without.

Emptiness can be as a sign or a warning,
I find it surrounding me threatening mourning,
I recognize scouting the terrain of the full,
The meaningful answers of life and it's toll.