blue glass
blue china
blue sky
blue sea
a long weekend for lobster
and a fluffy dublin tea
late night whisky scrabble
leaks into breakfast babble
sticky griddle we will dabble
breakfast for dinner, dialogue for dessert
warm wood surrounds us
empty space confounds us
still this young love abounds us
drowns us, pouring over every day
with
nutella lips
ginger sips
goosey quips
my person sticks
to yours like beans
bean legs
soda breads
looking out
where the ocean ends
tiny hands
frozen sands
perfectly aimless
weekend plans.