Poetry break: Substance surfacing

The easiest part of my day
is watching you smile
in technicolour dream mode,
transpacial interludes oblivious
to my recording eyes
tendrils a frame curling seductively
on your expanse, unfurled forehead
The easiest part of my day
is hearing you breathe
in tender, innocent, off guard moments
eyes locked explorative with mine,
looking for depth you think is there
and I know is not
The depth exists in you
mirrored pools you think are merely surface substance
Impassable paint and glitter on a barren canvas
but I just don my wide-eyed, in wonder goggles
and dive into your amber waves.