with her freckled hands and her flip flop tan she could bring me to my knees with her hair like an august breeze
i fell in love with her in july her hands cupping a firefly golden flecks of sun on her cheeks like her honey voice when she speaks
she: a goddess in the humid days her smile halo'd in a sunny haze running across the warm dirt ground i loved to just be around
and all golden things turn to rust so she faded in the autumn dust summer days you couldn't believe turned to night with falling leaves
i'm with her still in my nightly dreams with gooseflesh from her delighted screams running hands through her sandy hair and blowing kisses through the sea-salty air
fun fact: gold can't rust in the real, scientific world (but anything goes in the "poetic" world)