captain

What I cannot do is stretch beneath your arms and thrust myself between you and the steering wheel of this fine-tuned, hand crafted vessel. There is no room as your heart occupies every single moment of existence between the warmth of you and the round slickness of control. What I can do is breathe out the moonlight and shift your tides that shape shift into constellations who guide your way to my surf beaten shores. There is room for every breath and every heartbeat between each grain of sand that hover beneath the soles of my soul