Jellyfish

A ship inside a bottle
cannot sink,
cannot collect dust.
Its nice to look at and
floats on glass.
It doesn't know where it sails
The world doesn't blow it's sails
It has no sails.
Its legacy;
A broken trail of bubbles no one will ever see. 

Familiar collision of Flesh against Flesh. 

Though, for some reason, there’s a hint of carefree expenditure now, a waft of warmth. 
Nuzzles her jawbone with his nose. 
He notices a faint gold-shot azure from each iris. 
The human paradox – the same and the different. 
Gaze meets gaze, revealing, as ever, everything and nothing.