Lustrous but also lackluster
We are gems yet salvaged
Formed inside of a shelled world

Waves waning and whining
Sailors nauseated on our waters
Drifting towards an aggrandized land
Where they might find us oysters in the sand

They'll tear them open,
In search of what only we bear
Camouflaged amongst the cultured,
Or even those with nothing there

Darling,
We are wild,
Yes we are rare
Open up to me,
We've so many layers to share

Your metallic smile,
Your iridescent articulation
Everything happened so naturally
A miracle to be in the same location

They won't crack us,
For our muscles will defend
Our valuable and vulnerable interior
From the worlds vinegary intent

It's puzzling, really.
How in a year from now, you won't remember that sunset you lost yourself in.
Or how your fingernails are painted orange just like it.
You won't remember stumbling over that crack in the sidewalk
Because you were trying to recall the colors that make up her eyes.
Not focused on maintaining a steady stride.
And the smell of this room,
Will be soon be gone too.
Always far too soon.
It's like they never happened,
These little moments that fill up our everyday lives.
It's the ordinary things like these that matter

Mouth agape
Shoving food into your mouth that you can't even taste
Expressionless face
Focused on colors dancing around in that empty box
Forgetting to blink
You're in a trance and unable to think

Dumbing you down for decades
With it's detrimental façade

They say home is where the heart is,
Well in that case, my home is you.
The urgency for airports and foreign places has greatly subsided.
How can this be?
Yearning for unknown places and pretending I know where I need to be.
You see, home is where the heart is.
Adventure is awaiting.
And all along this adventure was you.

You handed me this bouquet a week ago today
Daisies
White like the socks you were wearing
I couldn't keep my eyes off the floor
We danced in my room
I stepped on your socks
Your smile bloomed
I missed that smile
Your bright petals
These flowers haven't withered

Nothing else matters when I'm with you
This is the third night in a row
We've watched the sun rise from my window

Although
Entwining words together to create
Beautiful feelings isn't my forte.
Entwining my fingers with yours
Makes me feel beautiful.