foamy sea

my heart is a yellow flower,
can you hear it breathing?
nothing is moving in the
quiet night between us.
premeditated intentions
lose meaning,
and practiced smiles fade--
i dont know what to do with my hands,
what to say, how to be.
you are like a foamy sea,
deep and wide;
i can get lost inside
the undertow, float atop the aquamarine.
what are dreams,
and what is waking?
we've been to spain and
nepal and the deep jungles of
unknowable isles,
we've swam in a lover's trance.
i've known you since i can remember.
i imagine
falling asleep in the fields of some hot, lost afternoon,
and no one can find us, no matter
how long they call...
and you'll whisper and i'll smile
as the poppies nod approvingly.

Reviews

[Michael]

very good word use. I like the colorful way you describe things and tell a complete story. Not only do the poppies nod approvingly, your readers will too!