Mahalo, my love
for your blue eyes.

For the soul eyes impressed
on my own when I rest
&
let shoulders lie easy.
Let all the palm trees
be breezy. Let
the waves
on sand shores
crest.

Finger-tipped
roof-topped
smokey smiles shimmer gold;
easy against an azure sunset moment–
casting away
what does not serve
like hanging wet sheets to dry
in a fading summer afternoon.

Come to find:
the daylight extends
well into the night, like a cold
cream pendulum through inky
coffee, the sun shall set
to shine from the moon.


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