Under Your Nearly Everything Poem by Anna Polibina-Polansky

Under the shadow, straws get indulged to blossom. Under your skin, the ocean sweeps. Under your lids, my body stirs. Under your palms, my Elisium reeks. Under your shoulders, my wings soar high. Under your music, my voice modulates. Under your pupils, my looks get enchanted. Under your mirth, my grief slowly dripples. Under patterns of your sensations, my skin blooms with aspirations. Under the lines of your waist, the childhood of my palms is renewed. Under the quilt of your cradle, stir my dreams. Under my adolescence, you teach me worthiness of the being. Under our existence, a whale floats. Under your hugs, I embody heavens of within. Under your embracing hands, I contemplate the adjacent realm. Under your brief allegories, I develop a vision of the world. Under your dimension, I fantacize. Under your everything, I am meant forevermore. Under your lingerie, I am of sepals of irises. Under your will, I am accustomed to yet more. Under your smile, I am of ceaseless pang. Under your search, I am easy to be found. Under your knee, I tickle you away into galaxies. Under your words, I am awed.2022