What I Need

Stranded on an island would be an adventure The tropical smells to entice the senses Roaring waves to calm the ears Exotic flowers to appease sight Canopy shelter from dangers Knowledge to braid rope Scorching sun to warm the skin Content with fruit and fish Brain full of plans on survival I've always kept my pocketknife. I would keep you close as well Full of plans to make you laugh Your voice my sustenance Your skin my warmth The knowledge to hold your hand Your arms would be my home Your green eyes hold all the beauty Your voice is its own soundtrack Inhaling your scent like oxygen You are what I need to survive