Friday, May 11, 2018

Summer

The sun is warm honey on my skin
In the midst of a radiant summer.
The time for clothes that call to sin
And spiked lemonade in a rummer.

The time for smiles that reach the eyes
And laughing as an anthem song.
With adventure seekers under azure skies
And where foolish ideas are never wrong.

Feeling my toes squish through the sand
And the salty breeze kiss my cheeks.
Seeing my skin with a golden tan
And the days blending into weeks. 

Never wanting the bright sun to set,
Always being the best summer yet. 




No comments:

Post a Comment