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.