Your laugh,
my sigh,
melt away
in the citrus and heat.
The sun beats down
on my back
in undulating waves.
I drink it in,
but it leaves an aftertaste—
unnervingly inevitable.
Soon it’ll be over.
It won’t last…
I know.
But before I leave,
I want to waste
my last days
getting lost
in the haze
of your sun-kissed
summer face
Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 5:41 PM UTC
Your laugh,
my sigh,
melt away
in the citrus and heat.
The sun beats down
on my back
in undulating waves.
I drink it in,
but it leaves an aftertaste—
unnervingly inevitable.
Soon it’ll be over.
It won’t last…
I know.
But before I leave,
I want to waste
my last days
getting lost
in the haze
of your sun-kissed
summer face
