jaime-pierce

I laughed at the girl
*springing* the umbrella
July sun *sunning*
in the middle of November
Now she's *laughing*.
It's me, 
barefoot on gravel
*Pricking* my toes
on the blood red road.
*Splashing* of tequila
and my heart,
it's a'darting
Some summer fruit punch
Now a *redding*

and you're *betting*...

I feel it already!

that *feeling* I get
Grains of sand,
my dear ears
those toes
my ***
a sip, now of ***
The hot mess *melting*
Here it comes,
there they go

and it's *grinding* me.

*Warming* me,

all the way to sleep.

Sleep *talking*.

She's *coming*.

Still *laughing* at me.