Him
By my lonesome on a barren paradise I don't need breath
I dont yearn for the food or the high tech gadgets of my generation
I long for the wavey blue waters that are his eyes
I crave the warm white sand that is his skin freckled with pebbles and fronds
I am surrounded by the breeze that mimics his voice but dream of the sound only from him
The island's long thin palms like his nose; perfectly imperfect
I am surrounded by the land of his body and soul
Stuck on a shore with no rescue
For he is the island but his physical presence not here
I am stranded yet I've never felt so at peace no wanting for any material
All I need is him