I want to write of oceans
powerful and tall
with waves of hulking blue mystery
to crash and fall
onto rough sands
only leaving behind foam to dissolve.
I want to write of lions
with thick paws
and a yawn of white blades

but all I can write about is the way your eyes fall when you think no one is looking
and the vulnerability of your head in my lap as I stroke your hair
and this deep sadness in your heart
darker than the depths of the ocean I tried to describe
lonelier than the lion after all its pack has died