The Coastal Shore that is You
There's warmth, which radiates from you as if the sun had taken up residency within you, and it reaches out to caress all those near. And I, the poor soul that I am, have fallen victim to its embrace. It wraps around me like a blanket of wool, comforting and inviting, and shields me from the cold that is the world. But I fumble, and blush, my cold palms grow clammy with nerves, and I turn away. Trying to keep the distance between us as evident as the oceans separating continents. And it is a battle I am not accustomed to; I have never felt this way before: like I'm swimming against waves that keep pushing me back to shore, throwing me off my course of endless strokes into the vast ocean; like I'm drowning, yet being saved.
My name on your lips is the melting pot to my stuttering heart. It holds me still like I've been thrashed against cliff rocks and am now floating beneath the water's surface, incapable of swimming. It wrings out a raspy breath from my failing lungs, and I have found myself, in the state of a sluggish dream, turning to you. I have been washed ashore and right into your presence, which stands so near to me that I can feel your every breath, and beat of your heart like the reverberations of the earth's song beneath me. I am all too aware of you, the soft down brushing my skin stands to attention by the electric pull you have, like they crave and long to touch you, to be one with you. It has me raising my gaze to meet yours, and your pale blue eyes, like sea foam over coastal reefs, thrive with a hidden passion; they are the bane of my existence.
Copyright © 2015 Caasie Cabral-Pereira
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PoetryA collection of notes, poetry and other rambles that have no place to go... **I have a new pocket sketchbook, where I write short phrases along with a sketch. The phrases will be posted in here as well.**
