Nomads

We are
    drifters on turquoise waves
We are
    wanderers, adrift in a yellow-green tapestry
We are
    jelli-fairies flashing as twinkles in a cloudless night

        nacreous halo crowns our destiny

We are
    diatoms throbbing to the tempo of lightning
We are
    desmids zapping through your dreams
We are
    ciliates brushing against your cheeks in dreams

We are
    acantharians
        radiolarians
            sporozoans
    billowing
        rippling
            frothing
For your pleasure
    the frisson
        the tingle
            the spasmic gulp of your jaws

Nomads

We are
    nourishment
        sustenance
       transient   
    
        your feast, our endgame