It was impossible to differentiate
between the slices of limes
scattered on the floor
and the rings of your eyes,
or maybe the morning moon;
object permanence
is a lie.

All I’ve been thinking about
are your lips whispering
into a half-empty bottle.
Seashell eyes.
Windy smile.
**** the Beatles
but I think you’re more Ocean
than Human.
Let’s go for a swim sometime.

It’s starting to get warmer,
and I’d love to drink gin & tonics with you
on some shoreline.
Or dorm room.
But first
I need to buy more limes.