saline emotion

It's weird to share a

cry with someone you love

but haven't yet known 

for one year.

To see him in this fragile state

knowing you have an 

emotional hold so strong

you produce a physical reaction 

from the crevices of his mind.

I want to sail through his brain and

figure it all out

but he won't

let loose the rusty anchor 

and I know

the waves are going crazy

far, far out on this

infinite sea of 

intelligence and

creativity

and sadness.

I want him to serve as my boat, carrying

me above the wildest waters

but he won't take me from the shore,

protected on warm, flat sand,

for fear

I would drown.

And maybe the dry land is better

than his

salt water sea

because even he doesn't know

what lies beneath

the quiet foam.