After strongly getting into poetry last year, I found it hard to write about anything besides love. I've had one muse the entire time, and he happened to remind me of the beauty of nature. The beginnings
You pulled me under with just a smile.
One look into the crystallized azure
That your eyelashes were so lucky to grace
Was just enough to have me gasping for air.
Gasping for a chance to stop and think
After the velvet-ness of your lips
Threw me under a current.
Your love was like the ocean.
Forceful when pursuing and captivating
Yet gentle when you’re relaxing in its arms.
So pacifying that I could just lay there for hours,
Listening to the winsome sounds that accompanied.
Was it your voice or the waves that placated me?
A melodic hum of honey-sweet words
Filled my ears and swam in my brain
In a way that made it seem natural.
Your fingers were like seaweed
Running, swimming through my hair
And carefully caressing the satin of my skin.
I felt almost weightless while laying in your surf,
Swimming between waves of care and comfort.
An hour spent floating in your love felt better
Than an eternity spent in another’s.
Maybe I wasn’t meant to leave it.
Your skin was like the sand.
The supple silk surrounded me
As I situated my senses into it.
Your touch stuck with me
No matter how hard I tried to shake free.
You left my skin speckled with grains
That were meant to just be a passing thought,
But followed me with every move.
All of the sudden,
I can’t breathe.
I’m choking on words of compassion
That fill my lungs with diluted promises.
The water stops me from
Blurting out the words “you’re hurting me”.
Wave-like memories of the seaweed and sand
Hold my head down deeper,
Deeper,
and deeper.
I can’t tell you it hurts.
I can’t tell you I’m suffocating.
I can’t tell you that every ignored text
Is another rush of water filling my lungs.
Growing up I was told
The biggest killers were strangers in vans
And crossing the street by myself,
Not blue-eyed boys
Whose voices were strung like harmonies
And whose eyes make flowers sprout
In my once-barren soul
Just with one glance.
