Your Voice.. All day Long

I could here your voice all day long.
Waves, Aqueous... Unruffled...
Caressing the trench.

If only voices can be kissed,
I'd kiss your voice Aeon.
As I hear the inner voice of our kiss,
My skull splits,
Brain hits the ground.

Waves, Endlessly Choppy.
Turbulent... Tempestuous.
Our spectators Gasping in awe,
The greatest art of all time.

Of the miracle that we are.
Our rustic smell of dirt,
Salty sea bed.
In every corner of our realm,
I admire the calm desolate.

The three A.M's
Made me stare at you.
The black pacific stray of light.
Tremulous Silver grey seabed.
The dim green tint, you'd just show me.

The beautiful thing about us,
Dark or light, eyes open or shut.
We are still who we are.

Its not magic.
There's nothing under the bed.