Summer Lover
Heavy air
thick with the
sounds
smells
heat of summer.
Heat runs along the curves of exposed skin
drawing out beads of sweat.
Skin breaths
free of winter clothing
sighing under the carress of the sun.
Charged atmosphere
awakens expectation
filled with excitement
eyes set forward
locked on inner peace.
Home memories
of falling asleep to the whirring of the fan,
singing insects in the grass,
thick silence caught up amongst the trees,
swimming in the lake-feeling water cooling hot skin,
watermelon on the back porch,
grandma braiding my hair.
Heavy air
thick with the
sounds
smells
heat of summer.
thick with the
sounds
smells
heat of summer.
Heat runs along the curves of exposed skin
drawing out beads of sweat.
Skin breaths
free of winter clothing
sighing under the carress of the sun.
Charged atmosphere
awakens expectation
filled with excitement
eyes set forward
locked on inner peace.
Home memories
of falling asleep to the whirring of the fan,
singing insects in the grass,
thick silence caught up amongst the trees,
swimming in the lake-feeling water cooling hot skin,
watermelon on the back porch,
grandma braiding my hair.
Heavy air
thick with the
sounds
smells
heat of summer.
posted by Jeong-Eui = justice at 12:56 AM
1 Comments:
melon h-two-oh
wherefore art thou, O my sweet?
how I miss thee so
Look what you've gone and made me do! Resort to improper usage of the sacred artform of haiku! Agh!
I love love love watermelon.
Want. Some.
Mmmmmm. Watermelon.
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