Effervescent pearls, a string of forever Beauty as
We float like bubbles from a child’s summer toy to another galaxy, where it’s just us and the spirograph hologram of
Time and space and the future unknowns.
Let’s live in a house made of mushrooms.
Not of the venomous kind, but the connection varietal.
Frank Lloyd Wright and Steven Holl wouldn’t even be able to think this home up, without a few more pearls of wisdom and creativity
Bubble tea and the aquamarine swells of the sea,
We crack open oysters to search for the rarest of rare,
pearls of forgiving pink and purely utopian.
Then my eyes paused on you, and I ruminated for moments,
My pearl.
