Gorgeous

The ocean slowed to a calm;
    our stomachs did just the opposite.
We ate breakfast on the edge of the world,
    feeling like royalty for the drop of a single bill.
Our bodies were too evaporated -
    allowing us to feel the neuron signals firing warnings at our current treatment.
Yet, we had never felt so satisfied before.
Content and so, so calm.
Hair a twisted rat's nest,
    pulled back into a loose bun.
Abalone shells dangling,
    skin tinted as a tomato,
        eyes crookedly lethargic but shining,
            smile unstoppable.
A pause and a stare -
    "You're gorgeous."