lover, your lips taste
like broken glass--
your fingertips feel
of a thousand splendid suns
exploding all at once
and your eyes,
oh god,
your eyes look
like starting over
like a new day
they look like letting go
like moving past every missed chance
and broken promise
they are the sunset
they are the sunrise
they are everything in between...
but none of that compares
to the depth of your mind,
because while theirs is a puddle
yours is an ocean
and i have been striving
for years
to teach myself how to swim
so that maybe
i could catch a glimpse
of all that is beneath
the surface
without losing myself
to the current