Your eyes remind me of Jacó;
They seize me like the moon does the waves.
I remember the black sands on the Pacific,
The mosaic sunset and your laughter.
I’ve never felt “home” like in that moment,
With your arms wrapped around me.
Newness and excitement, familiarity.
I drank you in like we did the sky’s pigments,
Vowing to never let this go.