Together, on a Dock

I dip my feet in the water. It’s cold. So cold that after a few moments I feel nothing but my small penetration into the deep abyss of nothingness: the divot my toes have made in its perfect mystery. I hold your hand. It is warm. An incandescent orange to combat the monotonous purple. I have heat. I can feel it tingle. I won. 

You are my friend. You look at the sea and you see stars. A place where all things are perfect. A place where perfection is a world realized and filled. I am filled by you. My knight wearing armor emblazoned with symbols of silver, with history and a knowledge that you are never alone. The hands that hold you are infinite. But I hope mine, cold as they are, are not inconsequential.