This undulating warm curling girl
head turning brown eyes moving
from focused purpose in front of her
to me and then and then
she lights up
to see me
and I cease to exist
all of my time was to be
in this moment
knee high to my own passion
live
there are givers of life
with eyes
that see us
there are consonances
that alliterate our vibing
together saltily
a smooth song of
present-future
you are a crescendo
only just saying hi
a song just going by
the reserved
i am mistaken and
i am not
Particular about
your wave