blinded

i'm blinded by the sunshine face reflecting off the deep dark ocean of your eyes.
behind those drapes i sense a depth, though perhaps hidden by disguise.
and i'm drowning in her presence, now, and not a word can change these tides.
disoriented, i try to pull myself together, and reconstruct the best i can comprise.

the furthest boundaries that contain myself begin to fuzz along the edges
while the space between us hums with electricity, i approximate to the ledges,
and closing the eyes, i throw myself off, into the fantastic unknown abyss,
chaos wraps it's arms around me, spinning unconsciously, and then, a kiss.

the world around me pauses, now, in the most surreal kind of expression,
for more nights than can be counted, i have held on to this dream in repression.
to match myself to those perfect curves where your song finds it's source
to hold you in a warm embrace that contradicts gravitational force.

we're all these tiny tropical islands that somehow manage to float around in distance,
approximating to, then distancing from, the other islands in our near existence.
and the saltwater tears we are responsible for makes for a heavy kind of resistance,
fighting for our lives, the seaweed wraps me from beneath, and challenges our persistence.

dark mountains above rain fire below, everything possessed by something not right,
through the turbulence and waves, i'm forced away from her comfortable paradise light.
storm-swept, not sure if i'm real anymore or if where to find dry land.
until i woke on that fateful day on the shores of your sandy island.