You make my chest
feel full
of clouds and stars
and cosmos

And really really deep purple
like wine

And the stars drip
down into the ocean
and the waves walk to shore
and put clothes on
and call themselves...

Well, I know what I call you

And I'll hold that
in my chest too
as I watch the waves
retreat and dissipate
from me once again

And the warm sun will
turn the grass green again
and I won't wear shoes,
not if I don't have to