through & towards

perched and resting painted feet,

in a boat, at the front, in sun

me and my desired,

steeping our skin

as the captain guides us into wind,

so begins tangled flora

pursuing the cobalt,

leaving behind white horses,

our laughter sounds through splashes,

hands shared through grips on bounces

flying... my curls,

her locks,

squinted eyes locking on smile,

lips, a moment,

pupils shared, on an exhale to pause,

before she looks up, shuts off,

but i still look to her, smiling,

wondering if she'll start loving me someday.