Ocean Spirit

iv. mosaic

painting portraits of each other

on pearly southern shores

his toe tracing the outline of

my sunburnt face as i gather

algae streaked rose stones

to color the warmth in his eyes

but when the swash washes them out

we don't care 'cause the magic

bursting between our fingertips

feels like it'll last forever

there's a stream of indigo

with magenta figments flowing

through the dune shadowed dusk air

magic hour blossoming for a moment

delicate flowers enshrouding us

as he leans on my shoulder

my hands messing his perfect hair

but when the sun fades away

the magic around the figures of us

hasn't dissipated just yet

a gurgle of a tiny spring

roars into cascades of waterfalls

streams of white water catching

the light beams so perfectly

as prismatic mist shimmers above us

suspended dewdrops rippling rainbows

his mist-dewed smile for me

standing under swirls of colors

his hand entangled with mine

basking in the vivid glow of new love

running through seascape towns

he promises to paint cobbled streets

with the sparkling colors of us

electric amber radiant emerald

bursting turquoise filling the cracks

and i promise to scatter stained glass

into the luminescent night sprawl

let the hushed reds bold violets

bathe our bodies dancing on terraces

we both promise to be forever

and with the horizon shining with him

i think this time i actually believe

stitch these moments together

into a glistening ceramic quilt

lay this vivid blanket over that

adobe stained plaza in that

seaside town where waves swirled

bright turquoise all over our bodies

a mosaic of memory shards

in a supercut of us