i wish it were summer already
so that i may feel the heat on my skin
the lazy warmth of my content heart
and the blooming hope and certainty that something beautiful
is on the horizon
and i do not mind the debauchery
of summer nights
when i trip into some cinnamon-scented bar in sand-dusted sandals.
where we are all unnamed and unknown bodies
- until kissed
our lips revealing universes we’ve all missed
in the winter.
i could be drunk on love or liquor i couldn’t tell
but i’d be inlove regardless (oh well)
oh how i wish it were summer already ;)
