she smiles across the room and i smile back
like we're touching horizons
though, you'd say none are brighter then hers
and you wouldn't be wrong

at all

look through the periscope from my sunk-treasure soul
these waters are safe
she moves across the day so lithe, surrounded
by her long-flowing waves

of hair

and i've started from the inside out
that's what showed me the beauty of it all
now i've been washed ashore again
where i belong, where we begin

she' so lithe
and butterscotch

she glances up from her thoughts and i am pulled back
from mine escaping the season
though, you'd say none are deeper then her
almond glances and stares

into,

into the periscope of my found-treasure soul
c.p.r. by sight
her lips, her philtrum so soft even to vision
by her long-flowing wave
and her petal-soft skin

almost

almost butterscotch
and what showed showed me the beauty of her

i've started from the inside out
that's what showed me the beauty of it all
now i've been washed ashore again
where i belong, where we begin

she's so lithe
and butterscotch

and i'm barely scratching the surface, in this description
a mere glance through my periscope, into her endlessness
and you'd barely be scratching the surface,  afterall
i started from the inside out, to know what i know

she's so beautiful

© John alan Fessel