Your eyes are blue water
lovely drowning pools, I swim
some days
seemingly the sun
across summer fields
always, daisies moving toward you
an uprooted child, replanted
you flourish in earth and sky
dirt black hands in loamy soils
deeply rooted from the core
your salty sweet lips
are orchard fruits and fields to kiss
your arms hold worlds of weight
or fragrant flowers to embrace
with gentle wings, you’ve come
softly touching down, a ripple, a rainfall
washing clear my soul – undone