Some nights, I would set sail To a thousand words on paper, And one by one, they would get lost Beneath the rip tides of your skin.
In sentience and in sleep, Darling, you are only as real As the last verse I wrote On the crumpled walls of dusk.
While the world slaughters dreamers, I watch you, begging the moon To drop pieces of itself on sea foam. I am a slave to your every step.
Tucked underneath crystalline sighs, The stars would come out to put up tents In the corner of your eyes, their light Guiding the way for misguided missives.
Moored to your voice, I listen As you speak in the language of waves, Your words undulating with my metaphors, But stirring holocausts for the heartbroken.
But you are here, and the lines between your eyes Get tangled up with thoughts bred by midnight. Your hair, your hair, they tessellate and play With the colors of honey and amber.
Perhaps, if one were to crack you open The light of a thousand adjectives Would come seeping out of your skin. I am but the shadow it will cast.
And in shadows, they whisper That dreams can get lost In the vacancies of the night. Every night, with you I set sail to my words To find them And lure them back.