not i brown cow.

the wind hit my face and swept back through my hair,

as i stood on my tippy toes with my arms stretched out.

i reached and stretched as far as i could, but i still felt so small.

the sound of crashing waves filled my ears, but they kept their salty secrets.

i saw the sky through your small blue eyes;

it was so black and so big.

the smell, the beauty, the grace, the freedom, and that look in your eyes.

i felt the stars on my fingertips and the beat of your heart on my back.

with the rush of your skin i gasped for a breath as you pulled me back to you.

i saw the stars in your eyes and thought about how i would be quite alright if we just lived right here under this big black canopy with sand in our toes.

i knew that we couldn’t and knew you would just laugh and remind me of my tendency of illogical thinking, so i didn’t tell you.

but sometimes i just like to pretend and i can see in your eyes you would like it too;

if you just gave in.