I lay my head on his chest
I realize he is my conch shell
Who reports to me what
My deepest seas could be
Our breathing in sync
His chest fills
The empty crevasses of my palm
I yearn to gaze into his eyes
There lives pools of honey
That does not leave residue
It coats my skin with ease like silk
He holds me tight
Dips me under the waves
Reveals me to the surface
For quick oxygen
And repeats
It put out my fires
And lets my steam rise and
Descend back as droplets
I submit
I Am
His