there is a beautiful intensity about him
dark
like liquid tar flowing within his subconscious
but never sinister
the moon quavers
beneath his gaze
for he doesn't just move with the tides
he controls them
every crest of a wave
mirrored
in the swell of his lips
every movement
carried by his hands
sweeping
up and down my figure
subtle
his voice
carries a
cacophony of cries
reaching and bending  
to touch what he can never quite feel
like waves, yearning
hopelessly grasping
at a shore they can never attain
and when he crashes
he does so
with the weight of thunder
and a spark of lightning
flashing behind his sea glass eyes
he breaks
splitting into a wondrous kaleidoscope
of fragmented thought
and warped memories
just gaze into his eyes
and you will drown
in pure, undiluted passion
for they hold worlds
deeper than we can ever fathom
& i want nothing more
than to take off my shoes
and dip my toes in the wonders
they hold
so that i may feel even the slightest tingle
of the truths that simmer
unbroken and ethereal
behind his eyelids