But at the end of the day,
you still remain an entrancing enigma,

Like into the unknown depths of the sea,
You are the unacquired jewels,
So tempting for the ones, fiercely passionate
and distinctly greedy;

GETTING A GRIP

the air is stifling, no movement
no sound, the last of the cicadas
back underground, all around me
an uneasiness profound, i live
i breathe, in stilted stutters, like
a fish out of water i grasp and
claw at the thick air that surrounds
as my heart leaps and pounds, and
then the  softest of a breeze, if
you could call it that, comes
meekly around, but its enough
just enough to calm me down

by Michael Perry