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