Ocean Eyes [Wattys 2017]

Ordinary Days

Isn't it just so funny,
how even the most ordinary of days,
can be the ones we enjoy the most,
the ones we cherish and praise.
It was the very end of April,
the weather had finally turned cool,
I woke up with her in my arms,
birds singing, no more rules.
She stirred and woke with a start,
her face melted into a smile so small,
'morning,' she whispered, burrowing into me,
making me feel ever-so-tall.
It took an hour to get out of bed,
and get her Ocean Eyes to open,
and by the time we managed that,
my voice was no longer tired-croaking.
Leftover pizza made for a quick breakfast,
before we threw on sweaters and left,
we spent the entire day drinking hot cocoa,
and catching the train from one town to the next.
The cold wind bit our arms and face,
her cheeks were rosy from the breeze,
so I kissed her, hoping to warm her up,
her cheeks went pink with ease.
The night was reserved for stargazing,
lying under a blanket on the roof,
hands entwined, never untangled,
her skin tasted sweet like fruit.
Ocean Eyes sparkled and shone,
when we returned to where the day started,
a tangle of skin and cotton under the sheets,
fell asleep after hands roamed and fingers darted.
It wasn't a day full of adrenaline,
or spent playing once-in-lifetime games
but just because it was ordinary
doesn't mean we didn't love it all the same.