Morning Sickness

Finally,

You're diving through the clouds together

With sunscreen smiles 

That hang from ear to ear 

and drench your sea-sprayed faces 

Every time I look up to see

Before you're lost between the waves again

If only for a moment

Until it all eventually collapses back

into a flat, endless blue

And you're both left tumbling around,

Beneath the surface of this 

tepid washing machine vacuum,

Just floating between the foamy planets,

And into each others arms,

Like two tears shed from Venus,

Suspended in super glue.

Inseparably.