Remember when we were so comfortable underneath the mid day sun at one of our favourite festivals
the bands had long stopped but the music still danced in our hearts lifting our spirits to the heavens and giving praise to this beautiful day.
we had all gathered together but not to say goodbye;
to lay in the sweet grass and hold on, by the tips of our fingers for just a few more hours... and
get a little high
with the sun's rays ablaze and no current riding our open backs your skin was like wildfire captivating, shimmering in the light
those UV rays got nothin' on you
i laid at your side with a bag filled of sweet & sticky treats ..an archive of sorts and asked what was your tongue's favourite taste
the finest of delights fit for a queen sometimes require a perfect surface and the way your black hair glimmered that day i couldn't help but see you as my little Cleopatra
your curves creating shadows upon the dimples of your back i asked if you'd mind, with a zig-zag in my hand