drowning in the ocean
that surrounds the black sphere of his pupil
his skin is cream fabricated
I trace his freckles gently with a fingertip
when he doesn't mind
as velvet compliments denim
we are together, flowing
he smells like sugary breakfast cereal
and salt water wind
he reminds me of sprawling dutch tulip fields
clean, unseeingly delicate
his lips taste like raspberries ripened by sunlight
we watch the moon, intrigued
I sift rocky sand through my fingers
and watch you in the waves
loving with eyes open to flaws
and heart beats matched