stars like a kiss

the pink sneakers
turning on the floor
an island washing white sand
with foaming bubbles of timeless blue
there's music playing inside your head
with sun
glasses
and dances and gestures
elsewhere in the garden
there's no end in sight
with the other guests
singing
in place
spinning
in place
with no point
without beautiful songs
all around
the girls picking jasmine
the boys, too,
with flowers;
and smiles
are real mountains
shimmering
while the great oceans swim
and away in the distance
a whispering
so close by
it becomes a lovers' hug;
stars like a kiss,
resting on your quiet lips,
sparkle in the sky.