Being as I am oppressed walking
through this glinting fulgent
ridge of beauty, raptured park.
Clear from salty, shamless dregs.
These dregs become less despaired
as I am enclosed within her palms,
as if she were driftwood from afar-
from a place of waste desolation.
I become less flimsy with words,
and fluoresce from her touches.
I melt fluently with her gentle
grace and we make dumb, staring at
burrows and underpasses unknown.
Days seep away, molding to darkness
equal to her wavy, raven tresses.
Passages grow more nebulous but I
am guided with her hand, to find:
a marvel paradise, to reside always.