Growing Ships

To feel the rush

Pressed teeth to sweat

As life pushes its way

Past eyes

Past mind

To that sweet glorious bliss

Watching lights

As they kiss skin

Even the roads

Seem in reach for caress

To keep this hold

Like the world

It is in love being

It gets inside

Deep to the soft

And wipes those black pains clean

And it waves

All creation's audience

To just love

In the steps

When it comes time to breathe in

Helps to face

Skin stretched too thin

For a bordered awakening

This can be bliss

Or it is known