The Perfect Someone...?

Mar 12, 2008 - 21:10 PM PST

Swimming in my sea of confusion
I’m still as a statue, screaming
As the winds ravage my feet and breast

I sea people. They sea me.
We could grasp hands, but
We snatch shields instead

Fumbling to hold them in place
We duck away from each other
Diving under cover all a shudder

Then (s)he comes along
Together we prop each other’s up
Now more stable than alone.
Our defenses stronger; our walls higher.