oh, lover

lover, your lips taste

like broken glass;

your fingertips feel

of a thousand splendid suns

exploding all at once

and your eyes--

oh god-- 

your eyes look 

like starting over

like a new day

they look like letting go

like moving past every missed chance

and broken promise

they are the sunset

they are the sunrise

they are everything in between...

but none of that even compares

to the depth of your mind

because while theirs is a puddle

yours is an ocean 

and i have been striving for years

to teach myself how to swim

so maybe i could catch a glimpse

of all thats beneath

the surface