Bouyancy

Adrift, I wonder
Would I still stay afloat
If there were less fishes that
Dwells in your bossom?
Less ships that decorates your face?
Less beaches defining your boundaries?
Or less corals that adorn your heart?

Do they really matter?
To a body resting on nothingness
In the vastness of vacuity
I contemplate nothing on nothing
But the direct resemblance of your face
To the sky that stares me in the eye.