You are a frozen ocean in winter, and I want to break your ice.

I do not want to be an ice skater, lightly scraping your surface with figure eights.

I want to be a deep sea diver, shattering your smooth surface, plunging into the depths of your ocean, embracing the bitterness of your frost.

I want to be encompassed by your deep sea darkness so I can search for every ounce of your light.

Freeze me so I can hunt for your warmth, the way a shark stalks its prey.

Let me be free to explore your depths so I can find all the rare creatures that roam around your soul.

Drop me into your chasms so I can climb up the walls of your sea, feeling my way around your heart, getting to know every crack and every crevice.

Shakespeare compared his love to a summer day, but how can I, when the airs of summer are no match for the depths of your mystery?

How can I when you are as elusive as sunlight at the bottom of the sea?

How can I when I enjoy the goose bumps your cold waves send down my spine on the chilliest of winter days?

You are the beautiful crashing of waves along the coastline.

You are the complicated push and pull of tides against the shore, something only the moon can comprehend.

Let me be your moon. 

Let me understand you, as I come up for air.