Gustav, a brother.

A smile like charcoal,
Spreads across my mind,
Marking a sandstone thought,
A brother of mine.

Bead wrapped wrists,
Thin frames rising from the ocean,
Truly a good and noble soul,
Deaf to the crashes of the ocean.

An embrace projects to me,
Tiny expansions to a smile,
Unveiled, blinding admiration,
Don’t you dare leave.

A Swede of style and charisma,
The sun twists from your glare,
Hours crystallize and glisten,
Your whiskers make a jolly moment.