A return

I am wearing coffee and violet.
It is hypnotizing, according to Ulta,
like a return to 1987.
I am harboring some silky secrets
like the best chocolates when you’re blue.
Camus loves my happiness- he said so.

The man in the cafe mirror is timeless.
His kisses are deep, slow.
A busy world moves slowly around us.
The tighter the hold, the freer I feel.
A shut umbrella makes me free to feel rain.

Beaches are growing, space is shrinking.
We bloom and grow, bloom and grow,
like edelweiss, rugged and pure.