The inexhaustible
vastness of the
ocean is humbled                  
by the excruciating immensity
of your              
ethereal eyes.
If only I were that
cigarette,
balancing ever so softly
between your              
gentle lips
or the lace which quietly
embraces your          
velvet skin
or even the chair on which you perch
like a bird        
light and agile
as you wait for the wind
to carry you away
But wish- I shall not, for
the dirt beneath your    
precious feet
       is the greatest thing I have ever been