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