this moment is the audience

i can’t really say they’re the colour of the ocean… your eyes.
they’re blue, yes… but there is more.

that seems to be a trend with you.

last summer I crapped on about the colour of the water when i’m below the surface.
more accurately, the colour of the water as i gaze up at the sun from the bottom.
the way it spills through each layer… like some ironic blessing from ‘above’…
well that colour?
of freedom… of calm… of hope?
that’s your eyes. 

 

you look at me. and you whisper
“you are beautiful”

a kiss.
then a pause.

 

my response?
“i like your beard.”