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