Poems//Paris Grose

Oh Boy

Oh boy,
Your like the oceans, the ice and the wind.
For who I once thought I knew,
Grew into something more,
My growing understanding and thought of your complex existence,
Has taken me to places both algific and tepid.

Your soul, although it seems schematic,
If you swim out far enough it is more,
This once skin deep being grows deeper,
And the deeper I swim into the oceans of your soul,
The harder it is for me to find my way out.

Your skin is delicate shades of pale,
Like thin sheets of fragile ice,
Frozen over the cold blue rivers of your veins,
Those veins that siphonic motions,
Draw those cold blue rivers up to your painfully toxic heart,
And gives you the very life that intrigues my lost soul everyday.

Your bipolar decisions, thoughts and actions,
Remind me of the wind,
Both discordant and delicate,
Changing, moving, gaining and losing.
For crying out loud your so confusing!
But the fact that I can't keep myself away,
Is unsettling to those who bear the
thought.
Oh boy just let me in.
Oh boy.
P.G