lost in the white ocean by Stolen-Luck, literature
Literature
lost in the white ocean
lost in the white ocean of linen
i find your lips and kiss them deeply;
just enough to wake you from your sleepy state
your eyes lock mine and we dance in a wonderland
while our curious fingers outline zig-zags on our bashful bodies
we decode it like grail
its a map on an never ending quest of passion.
Listen to the trillions of particles utter incantations in unrecognizable tongues while I trace our initials into the soil.
Be overwhelmed.
Be intimidated by these foreign forgotten vocabularies that creep from the ground and delicately into our ears.
All I want to do his hush your lips with mine while we lay in the earth so you can listen.
I would imagine that my lips feel soft against your dry chapped ones.
The peeling forsaken skin correspond to the stiff jagged mountain peaks that punch into the clouds relentlessly.
Plateaus of smoother areas gift me with scenery that is breathe taking and un-riveting, nonetheless dangerous.
You are like nature. Complex and scary beautiful.