Crushed @ 15

for T.

Pantone 801
made so entranced by those eyes
and I'm not myself

pure seaside blue; I can't think --
then that smile, and all is clouds:

your wonder, mindwise
heart thudding a loud tattoo
ribs made xylophone

shyheart smile my undoing
voice spun of sunlight and time

I waited for years
for that blessed sound, and those

eyes of the clearest clear blue;
I have waited. Discovered!