Who are You?

You are not a mirror
Or a reflection.
Why, then, does my heart take flights of fancy?
Why, then, do I feel that the place I had so closely guarded
No, barbed, clamped shut
Has been prised open?
I yield to your fingers
To your mind,
To your laughter.
Everything I have
Everything I didn't have
Blooms like a flower.

You are not a mirror,
You are the flowing rapids,
Your voice gushes,
Flows and breaks
Upon the rock
Of my soul.

You are not a reflection,
You are as still and as unending
As the waters of a
Black, glassy pond.

My thoughts dart
Like a school of fishes.
Then, my eyes meet yours -
A hook sinks in,
The anchor drops,
And the whirlwind is muted.

Someone presses the Pause
Button on life
Seconds melt into
Minuteshoursdaysmonthscenturies.
Who asks for forever,
When a day is enough.

Or is it?

I saw there were no oceans left
For scavengers like me.
I made it to the forward deck.
I blessed our remnant fleet –
And then consented to be wrecked,
A thousand kisses deep.