Theres an ocean
and then some land
maybe a hill
a house
and several cars
Then theres a door
most likely closed
wooden hinges
unfailing to recognize
ethereal hands
trying to open from within
Inside might be carpet
with furtniture tucked inside
a couch, a chair, a bed
details are not important
they are as blind to me
as I am to them
We walk upstairs
up several flights
immune to the cold touch
of natural oak
perhaps a couple rooms
split my destination in half
but the occupants ignore me
for I am here
and they are there
I find the room
to peer inside
matted is your hair
lying flatly on a soft mattress
fit for a queen
for for just you
and then we have a perfect smile
permenantly attached to peach skin
small ears that convey curiousity
a nose that belies dainty
and pure beauty relishing
in its own creation
all while I stare
vacantly
from above
All that could have stopped me
and all that did ignore
the only thing that succeeded
was staring at you
mi amore
when the distance fades
when sharp oak has reason to subside
when houses
with picket fences
dont fill the gap
betwen our arms
when water and soil
cant argue spiritual gain
and wood and sulfur can only refrain
when the only thing stopping us
is what lies from afar
I still think I'd pursue you
from an ever falling star
