You whisper words
That wash over me singing
of tunes, forgotten in this day.
Your fingers graze mine
caressing my chafed knuckles
As the ocean kisses the shore
Dragging my hebetude away.
Your breath blowing on my neck
That scorches my skin, now
murmuring of beaten tracks
and going off rails somehow.

Your skin embracing my crevices
Like the gushing relief of
Cool lemonade in heat.
And as drops of water, condensed
on your glass, descend to their pools
Your lips brush against mine
humming of our decadent solitude.
A warm breeze, tangles in your
hair, losing momentum as
your lush green eyes find mine,
I knew it would be a summer sublime