Crisis: Conscious Poem by Keith Michael

Your lips were as wet as the ocean, your eyes the gleaming of the sun rising off of it. when i touched the bottom of the sea, that was my heart melting after setting eyes upon you. i saw your arm reach out for me, to bring me back to life. you are my life raft, a saving grace. the first thing i saw was your beautiful smile, as white as the foam in the crest of the waves. all i can think of is being back on shore with you, arm in arm, and laying there until the day grows old, and the moon steals the suns spot.