This is a day 

for pressing lips against my smudged up reflection above the bathroom sink,

for decorating my eyes with that Oreo colored cat who lays on the broken bench outside

for daydreaming about sun rays threading beads of sand  miles from here

for pausing long enough to let my hair taste scattered  ribbons of sea nectar 

fluttering across the apples on my face, 

softly kissing my forehead