Words. So Many Words.

In the end maybe that's all I had. I know they exhausted you. But they were my only defense against the impulse to drown myself in your eyes. Out of some misguided sense of self-preservation, I covered us in words. I needed them to cover your too great loveliness!  Or lose myself entirely. But you know this. The words were apotropaic. A ward of protection from you. You were the cure for the words. You kept me from losing myself in them.

For me,

You stand poised

In the blue and buoyant air,

Cinctured by bright winds,

Treading the sunlight.

And the waves which precede you   

Ripple and stir

The sands at my feet.