walnut and almond shells
an ocean of walnut and almond shells is the color of our hair mixing together,
two computer eyes blinking (your eyes crease in the inner corner and mine at the end).
i don’t need to braid our hair together for yours to get tangled;
even if you go to draw in seattle and sail all the way back, i’ll color the sails on your boat, color the seolleongtang with crayons and pastels,
and brush your hair even though you say it’s too frizzy…!
you can be moon gravity and i will be your magic sun song, tune your guitar to my violin, we can be art and music and vice versa, especially in the dancing purple twilight. talk to me in literals and i’ll spin you around in metaphor; it’s just how we dance
one place i want to go (with you) is to see the moonlight jellies,
wear your pretty suit with the purple tie and we can go see the starports and cosmoships and if the magic is real i’ll lean up and tell you in korean that you need level 15 fishing to obtain seafoam pudding; neither of us are really beach people but we’ll wade in the water just the same, washing the gritty sand off my nails.
sand is made of glass and dirt is made up of living things and now i think i’m living things right, soft melodies in a cadenza