Blinking
Pupils wide open irises gleaming green I don’t know why I’m so keen on kissing your pursed lips I guess it takes me back to being kids with the whole world to play inside lush overgrowing meadows to fly our kites but now the only sandbox is the beach and I watch you biting down on that peach, from the store next to the bungalow house, walking through life with you and without “pause”.
The sun is detangling your wet hair “please can you not stare at the strange ovalness of my face” but I’m just playing – all of you is grace against the morning tide, finally, I have arrived.
— gravityless-a













