Starting honey sweet, light as a feather
the first spring breeze
thats breaking the brittle cold
of past weathers.
Longing after what seems
but a distant memory, my heart is tethered.
I cannot stress enough, express such need
to feel warm earth against my bare feet;
dewy breeze down my exposed spine
all the mental sighs of summertime.
Laying hands and lips against
sun-kissed skin
feeling relief from the heat ridden beach,
as we suspend in the calm, endless ocean
To be out until pink, and lavander
bursts of fragmented light graze the sky
and watch the dozing sun
set in his espresso eyes
We'll lay upon the soft emerald grass
watching all the stars and satellites
hands naturally entertwined
on our beautiful August night.
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 11:22 PM UTC
Starting honey sweet, light as a feather
the first spring breeze
thats breaking the brittle cold
of past weathers.
Longing after what seems
but a distant memory, my heart is tethered.
I cannot stress enough, express such need
to feel warm earth against my bare feet;
dewy breeze down my exposed spine
all the mental sighs of summertime.
Laying hands and lips against
sun-kissed skin
feeling relief from the heat ridden beach,
as we suspend in the calm, endless ocean
To be out until pink, and lavander
bursts of fragmented light graze the sky
and watch the dozing sun
set in his espresso eyes
We'll lay upon the soft emerald grass
watching all the stars and satellites
hands naturally entertwined
on our beautiful August night.
The winter needs to end
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