I am in love with Barcelona

(I don't know how to explain just how beautiful Barcelona is, and I am also procrastinating on homework. Behold, poetry.)

...

“Aut virum aut murum oportet mulierem habere” (a woman ought to have either a husband or a wall)

so pull the pink and yellow tones from my blushing skin,

and with a brush, wed them to warm Barcelona walls;

I will be her bright bride

until the Spanish sun peels our paint, swallows our brick back

into the mountain,

and migrating swallows cool us with their passing blue shadows

as they remind us how everything grows

in shifts of breaking eggs and bleaching bones.

turning, and turning, and turning

the seasons will slice us into sand

and sigh us down to that Mediterranean coast,

where we will glow white and wet with the same moonlit waves

that shiver with laughter from splashing children;

we will wait a million patient mornings

until their hot hands smooth and glaze us into glass

so light can crack us into color that will freckle and flutter on their shoulders

like the glittering of Gaudi’s mosaic greens and golds on plaster

like a clouded yellow butterfly

thirsty for the salt of a sea

that sings, and sings, and sings, and sings

...

(written to Alpha Shallows looped over and over)