you sit cross legged in a silence that surrounds
as the breath slowly gushes around your chest like
a storm of sea-breeze, every wave darker than
the ocean-green color of his eyes.
you reach out and pour a puddle of
ultramarine down into the depths of the canyon
that created in your throat, each drop a shade lighter than
the misty orange hue of his lips.
you stand and stare up into the crumbles of the ceiling
as they dance around the stars in your eyes, each paler than
the whitewashed walls of his cheekbones, while
you carry away your glass of red wine, as it leaves traces
of crimson circling around the circumference of your veins,
each circle holler than the almond shaped squares in his nails.
your life is a round-trip to the moon, and you’ve just taken off.
you feel his halo hooped around you as completion,
you feel his celestial galaxies left behind at your feet
you feel the swaying of his stead around you like an ocean,
there is nothing sweeter than this honeydew defeat.