Ocean

WARNING- CONTAINS MEDIOCRE POETRY. AVOID TAKING INTERNALLY. AVOID IF PREGNANT OR ARE A LIT MAJOR

Brisk Atmosphere
The twilight of days past is still fresh

I wait, patiently, as you open up

Point
        by
            Point

A short gasp as you make yourself known

I am enraptured by you
	a captive audience.
The divide between us is obvious
It eludes my grasp

Waiting silently

                          an afterthought

This void of sensation more real than you
You tease me with familiar patterns
places found haphazardly in my past
 	Trite and small now,
like me.
I am amused at my vulgar impositions on your indivisibility

Our names fall off into the divide

Time plays out only in our dance
          static
infinitesimal
I have no use for her now.

You indulge my pithy senses with your beauty
               understated

Your rings, curves and jewels
Worthy of ancient mythic heroes whose memory is carried only on
the wind

I'm lost in the facets of your eyes
Adrift with you on the unfathomable ocean

~ by Andrew on April 16, 2009.