His eyes are unsettling,
a deep brewing ocean.
And the waves in them roll
Over and over
again in my mind like marbles
against my fingers,
His hair lay in knots
but perfectly calculated knots
the kind that are formed by hours
upon end in the salty ocean’s arms
his skin saturated with color
Parched but still begging for the sun’s deep friendship.
His mind is full of dreams.
It begs his legs To lock and release
To walk, Then run, Then leap ,
To new things. And when he does,
His childlike limbs will fly
into the arms of someone he’s never met before.
Someone called knowledge,
Nicknamed joy and adventure
Who’s always got a great new idea,
Or an exciting place to be.
My eyes are the forest.
They’re never ending,
And full of bright loud creatures.
Singing birds with dancing tunes
Floating from their throats.
My hair is irregular.
It’s pigment fades from deep wood
To pale morning light.
My face is a sunrise
That sometimes chooses against Arriving.
It covers an confusion riddled mind
Just waiting for release.
Someone something To pull it away.
To teach it something new.
They show each other
The forest and the sea
And find ways to meet in the middle.
His coral flooded cheeks Supply her sun,
when it chooses Not to rise.
Her wind-blown hair shows him
That irregularity is alright.
That it’s more than alright.
And our differences they play
With each other And all the while support.
Support the two.
The sea salt withered boy And the lost dark forest girl
They meet in the middle and Love.
They love themselves
And they love each other
And what more can be asked for
But love with no boundaries.