My body is yours, now.
Do not be afraid.
Trace my galaxies.
Explore my oceans.
Go deeper
into me
than any of the others.

I give this to you.
A sacrifice to the pure.
Hold me as I tremble under
your anticipated touch.

I see your gentleness trying
to fade. Let your demons flock
to me. I will feed all
of your addictions.

but only if you let me.

I’ve sat in throngs of people,
between seas and seas,
knowing there’s a small chance
salt gets called by its name
CaCl2 instead.

I’m constantly aware
I am one compound;
full, contradictory,
Knowing people will find
In the ocean of things
More salt as oceans evaporate,
Lifting to clouds,
Till only enough is left for us to swim in.

A little girl,
collects the beautiful things,
the Seashells people always want
—conversation,
joy,
money—
In ziplock bags,
with water and the
handful who can handle it,

And we,
Undesirable
stay in the sea,
Brushing from horizon
to horizon,
until we’re swept up,
Or drown someone.

We swim only in shallow waters
Breakable limbs scrapping the surface
Of the thousand mile deep oceans
The bottom layers are wordless
You never cared enough to explore

Sunlight shines so scarely
Only illuminating what we want to see
Somehow we keep up it's illusion
It's all we've ever tried to believe
You never dared enough to explore

Waves roll over the turquoise surface
Their familiar motion puts a mind at ease
Big ones crash down, calm is disturbed
This is when we choose to leave
You never loved enough to endure.

A sailor and an artist on boat.
They fell for each other in the middle of the oceans, under the sky.
Directions lost and silence felt,
The sailor kept moving,
The artist kept painting,
The sailor watched the lanterns rise in sky
The artist then painted the scene on the canvas.
For nothing more mattered to them
Then time and place they met,
The heavenly love created a beautiful memory of that of them,
That could not be erased.
A love without letters and flowers.
A journey of memories, that would be with them always and forever.
That is how a sailor and an artist met.

Small waves break upon my feet, a kiss from the shore
And even though we're roughly 1122 miles away from each other
Unable to speak consistently
You are still in everything that I see
From the small kiss of the shore to the soft breeze that messes my hair
You are in every laughter spilt from my mouth
and as I look at the stars one last time tonight I can point out the exact location of Mars
In some odd way you are in the light it shines
Ever protruding in the darkness
Ever present whether near or far
Our love lasting a thousand lifetimes
Although we are thousands of miles from each others warm embrace
I still feel you in my heart
and wherever your heart lies
or wherever some reminder of you is present
That is my home, my home is you

How could it mean nothing to you?
you ask me,
of the way our bodies moved together
surrounded in blue midnight and the sounds of revelry

How could I feel nothing
for your weight against me and your mouth on mine,
wrapped in the twilight bubble we made from gin and hours of dancing.

I feel nothing because
I still stand across the ocean I created
to distance myself from the hurt you flooded me with,
and I refuse to meet you in the middle of it all
to drown ourselves in the love we lost.

That night I felt drunk and expansive
and I missed the way you touched me
but the ocean still remains between us
and we now stand on different shores.

My eyes are my messengers,
For they speak my words.

They hide dark secrets in them too,
For they don’t trust anyone.

They are deeper than the sea,
They are the mirror of my soul.

My eyes are my messengers,
They are the doorway to my heart.

When my sadness creeps over,
They cry a river.

They help me count stars,
They help me fly oceans.

My eyes are the best part of me
Not because how they look but because how they see