On Love, In Love

this alternate universe

is one i only vaguely know,

and only for a moment at a time.

it is the ghost of where

and who

and how.

diaphanous cloak,

threaded with the puppeteer's minions,

envelop all that exi(does it

really?)sts.

my arms to wings

and my eyes to globes;

my hair to wheat

and my lips to fruit;

the world's gold to happiness

and water into wine;

sunsets ablaze with melons and corals

and azure pools that swallow you whole.

it is a beautiful place,

this temporary home.

and yet, it does not appease me.

ever-hungry for something more,

i slip onto a part

ing ship,

and sail for more familiar shores.

the sight of you is more wondrous than it all,

that alternate world i once called home.

skies on fire and oceans eternal

are shadowed and obscured by your eyes.

the embracing coves that welcome a stranger

are less inviting than your arms.

the most alluring of worlds

cannot steal me away,

for all i can comprehend,

all i can see,

all i can love

is

you.