I think of you on warm summer evenings
when our slowly setting sun coats
dappled oaks in more shades than I can count,
and every leaf is framed in greengold.
I think of you as sleepy wind
lingers in my hair,
strands dancing on a moment,
before laying to rest by a collarbone peak.
I think of you when the warmth settles on my skin
so easily that I see myself
spill out into the dusky air,
finally weightless.
I think of you.
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 10:36 AM UTC
I think of you on warm summer evenings
when our slowly setting sun coats
dappled oaks in more shades than I can count,
and every leaf is framed in greengold.
I think of you as sleepy wind
lingers in my hair,
strands dancing on a moment,
before laying to rest by a collarbone peak.
I think of you when the warmth settles on my skin
so easily that I see myself
spill out into the dusky air,
finally weightless.
I think of you.
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