For you my love

If you were to come along
and see the beauty
through my gentle eyes,
without having to rip the skin
from my flesh to search inside.

From an old Spanish galleon
sleeping under covers of sand and shells,
I would dive to steal us
the finest wine,
for you my love.

then i would slice up the moon
to add them to our crackers. 
and if we kissed in the darkness
with no question on our lips,
i'd love you even more.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world
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