Sitting Next To You Poem by Taylor Gibbs

Sitting next to you
is like floating lazily north
from the murky silt of reticent, azure, forest lake.
As I breach the surface,
the sun and moon
are side by side, day and night.
Each a different colour of your eyes.
And in their profound wells that burrow down
filled with passion so deep, without compromise
a soft cold fire consumes your stay
freezes me to death, and melts the ice away.
The fragile beauty of your soul
sways up to kiss me
from your heart of coal
as it sits on a throne of embers that never cool
and in the complex layers of your mind
an eighteen story labyrinth, I am lost in all the time.
An elaborate paradise,
a calm waiting to be discovered.
As I wander these perfectly manicured hedge walls
and think of all the short falls,
I look for you to find me
fore I can’t find myself

sitting next to you