the snores of chris

i'm swimming in a sea of muscles and skin covered with ink
with the slight breeze of air escaping from soft snores,
the smell of your body is faint and pleasant,
your heart is the sun of my seascape and in the slience of the room,
i can hear it's rhythm of beat along with mine

here i am, your boat, the s.s. esther
the steady ship of thoughts, daydreams, and procrastination
with my olive colored sails and the scent of enriched perfume into,
my painted blonde accessories tangling with you,
my figure of afloat endlessly snuggling with the waves of your waters

i am yours ocean, take me as i am

now i'm starting to sink and no, i'm not crying for help,
drowning in your ocean is nothing i'll complain about