separated by a milk ocean of pink
a light blue luminescence that reflects the curves and lines of your body
it interrupts the cool carnation surface with a lovely view
i’m watching from a high
the way the glass settles around the soft azure of your hydrangea hair and lily eyes
the white rosy fog
like the foam that dances in the mug of coffee you bring up to your lips
every early champagne morning
it spreads like an atmosphere of lilting kisses and sacred desire thoughts
i would love to swim your mind
glide through the milk ocean of pink
between us
with my left arm swinging over my head and into the water and my legs stirring up a storm behind me
i would love to arrive where you stand
in the center of the infinite blushing sea
i would love to climb the corners where your sharp knees meet the softness of your thighs
and i would love to sit atop your blue freckled nose just so
i could lay down against the slope in bliss and have your aquamarine swimming pools be the only thing i gaze at for the rest of my life.