lover is a day

it is sunday, and i love you

easter sundays i spent making you necklaces out of junonia shells

i gave them to you with promises of forever and sips of my peach tea

you giggled and said you could taste my chapstick on the glass

girls are the moon we worship

and the waves of saltwater we dip our heads under

i look at you and see roses, flowers of gold and silver

you are everything

if cocoa butter on skin was protective circle around feet

if twists in hair were wreaths upon head

if spring mornings lasted a lifetime

and conch shells carried the songs you wrote me

i would try to make it holy for you