Drifting December

Sweet sweaty innocence of days to come

No sight of end in sight

Blissful nothingness

Blurring days pruning in the golden light 

Walking around wearing sand

Shedding your ease off

Leaving the day’s trails behind

Being swallowed up by the sapphire curls

Sleepy eyes slumbers thick with rest

Easy being with and without

Late sun spots staining ordinary walls into golden art streaks

Folded pages with sand crumbs crawling out

Eating iced water, barely tasting it as the cool calms your throat

No hesitation to new wonders

Light whispers and loud laughter

A body layered in the night’s dancing

Flowing in and out of yourself

Holding onto the honey kissed and green waves

Storing summer tastes for hibernation until its drifting return