I look beyond the horizon of his cheekbones.
I wade through the ocean in his irises.
His hair is sunshine above the sea.
His smile the treasures beneath.
He is a deserted island.
A rare sight; one of its kind.
Alone and shy.
This island.
Know it better than the back
Of my hand.
From the bright sand to its deepest secrets.
Blue is now my favorite color.
The beach is my favorite place.
I only like freckles when they're
On his face
I cry when the blue leaks on to the sand
I cry when the sand turns red.
I cry when he hurts.
When all is happy
And turns to a brighter hue
I love to just stare and become
Lost in blue.