Submarine

Is that a dew drop or a tear
That rolled down your petalled cheeks near?
I know we're getting there
Without fear,
For there's grass, sand, running water here
Beneath our feet.

If only my words
And all that jazz that
Make up my poems
Could be stored...

In glass jars
On your cupboard shelves,
You could taste them 
Like your chocolate cravings.

Darling, come hold my hands
Not only because 
Yours was empty
But, also to fill mine.

Let us partake of each other's past
And pain
Like ol' rose wine.

Because only
Once in a while,
A joint dream turns true
Like a nuclear submarine
Out of the blue.