The water tickles in-between our toes
And the waves take me to better places,
Which is surreal, because here, there is no such thing as woe
That depletes the body and wrinkles faces.
On the contrary, there is no other place I rather be.
Our favorite love song plays
From my car, which beams its lights upon us.
Feels like we have been here for days,
Stuck in the unceasing rush
That we get when we slightly look into each other’s eyes,
And as soon as we do, we look away.
Lungs of butterflies.
Hearts of clay,
Reforming into masterpieces.
I want to be perfect.
I’ve said it a thousand times
And each time you heard it,
The thing to say or do that grants my wish.
Turns into dozens,
As our tongues create bliss
And we find ourselves in the ocean.
The waves are quite soothing.