The Ocean

My God she is a beautiful creature.
She is a beautiful creature inside and out.
Her hair smells so good, her hair is so soft, it is so straight and dark.
It shines in the darkness.
Her eyes are deep like pools yet piercing like weapons, how can they be so?
And her breasts are supple and her buttocks are taut and her skin is like a warm drink in winter,

And I know these things and she knows these things
And they know these things.
But I don't say these things because I know it is coincidence,
And she doesn't say these things because she knows it is coincidence,
And her body is the vessel and she is the ocean and her surface obscures her,
And I know that we are two but it feels like we are one.

I know that we are two but it feels like we are one.
And she sleeps so soundly, she is never at peace, but I make her at peace.
I caress her hair and she is at peace.
I feel what she feels. I feel her skin, but I feel my hands,
I feel her hair, but I feel my hands.
She feels my hands and her skin tingles and her spine shivers,

And I know it because I feel it too and I will keep caressing her.
I will caress her forever if it must be done, I will caress her until the end of time.
I caress her and she says nice things.
I caress her and her eyes grow heavy.
I caress her and her breathing is slow.
I caress her and her heart is deliberate.

And once I grew lonely but I do not now,
For even in slumber, in the place between death and life, she knows that I hold her,
That I caress her, and it may be all she knows, but she does know it.
She does know it and she drools but it does not disgust me, yet it delights me,
For her saliva is nectar and it is sweet and I will let it rest on me, for it is telling of peace,
For there is no time for nectar in war, no time is there to extract it,

No time is there to taste it, for it is telling of peace.
And this is peace for her,
And this is peace for me.
She reads slowly and she speaks as though I'm another,
And she forgets and she gets confused, but she is not a fool,
For she is the ocean and her depths obscure her.

And she knows so much but her thoughts are shattered,
Like a madman's revelations from God,
And she sees what isn't there and she hears what isn't there,
And what she sees terrifies her and what she hears terrifies her,
But I wonder what she sees and I wonder what she hears.
It terrifies her but it inspires me and it terrifies her but it inspires me.

And she is the ocean and her mind is chaotic,
And her mind is tumultuous,
And her mind is furious,
And this is beautiful and this makes it holy,
And she was born oblivious in the black abyss,
And her face lies just beneath the waters and she wants breath,

And it is close and she is close,
But she was born so deep and her chest has ached for so long,
And the breath is not there, and she gasps and she fills with water, and she is smothered,
And the water is within her and without her,
And the ocean is within her and without her,
And she is not her and she is not the ocean, but she and the ocean are one.