I love days like this late day sunshine, early summer bliss. The magnolia smells of home, no matter how displaced June breeze, calm and playful your hand on my bare waist.
Sometimes I stare out beyond what I can see and wonder who else has been. Ancient southern trees covered in spanish moss where leaves grow thin. The night approaches a lone rider with no name the cover of darkness imposed and fashions mystery just the same.
Growing restless in the thickness of heat solstice tastes like sugar and a hidden moon something mindless and indistinct. Burning for as long as an eye can blink, gentle little light of beetle make the way know it could lead me somewhere far, far off but here, I so wish to stay.