I’m looking in the cracks of sidewalks

You are ocean scented smiles
a worn book beneath a lavender bracelet
tired jeans
and wandering eyes
that whisper secrets
waiting to be discovered.
You are coffee steam haloed
and hiking boots at weddings.
You are breakfast on cardboard boxes at 3 a.m.
You are barefoot at the beach
because shoes don’t belong
rock-lined pockets
and sunset t-shirt
and I think I want you…

Can I have you?