"X-the-seas"

       
       
       
               what if I told her I'd like to disappear with her?;      
               I'd dream she'd grab and hold one tight,      
               and swallow one whole with her hips;      
               staring deeply into one's eyes;      
       
               sharing a connection so different;      
              she's got one in a rocking chair position;      
             as we surpass an age of merely existing,      
              within a ruling format of restriction;      
       
               her beautiful rough drafts;      
               between the "harden covers",      
              of a "book" well "written" till the ink      
              makes one's pen collapse....      
       
         we haven't disappeared;    
         though we've been missing,    
         from "filthy dishes" in the "sink"    
         of a "hot dirty kitchen"    
     
         we're imperfectly well written;    
        exiting a world with good riddance;    
        entering our own kept hidden,    
         world of pain free living....