I watched you swimming through the blue holding onto a gift for me from you.
The gift was a small, round ball of sinew,
Hand-wound,
reflecting a turquoise hue.
Your eyes were wide there in the salt, as were mine, that's when they caught.
I watched you blooming through late June holding onto the waxing afternoon.
Leaf shadows of bold black rolled back
and the sun's croons
filled up the sky's blue flume.
Your eyes were wide and filled with salt, as were mine, that's when they caught.
Your eyes were wide there in the salt, as were mine, that's when they caught.
Your eyes were wide and filled with salt, as were mine, that's when they caught.
Your eyes were wide there in the salt, as were mine, that's when they caught.