A Scene of Summer Dusk

January 8, 2015

You run your fingers

through my hair

while I sway to the beat

bare feet in verdant grass

bare soul in a floral dress

Feel those gold coast rays

sink into our skin

eyes closed, hands up

lips red, dressed up

Glowing wildfires of Jack and Jameson

it's so perfect in the way

that we just let it all go

Like the lush breeze flowing through

a scene of summer dusk,

all I really need

is to breathe

to be alive

right here

with you.

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