Rays shine
warm breath on my neck
golden light in my hair
Here comes the sun
Catapulting life into overdrive
while smiles glance off
rain dropped tulip petals
and the outside of my spoon
scooping red delicious
watermelon dripping from
My fingers
My lips
sweet sticky
like baklava
or my mom
when I leave home
affection caressing our
words and tears
Honey filling our eyes
as we look back
once more
to see if the other
is smiling or crying
or both
Summers remind me
of transition
coming home
going home
So many homes
Jul 18, 2010
Jul 18, 2010 at 2:55 PM UTC
Rays shine
warm breath on my neck
golden light in my hair
Here comes the sun
Catapulting life into overdrive
while smiles glance off
rain dropped tulip petals
and the outside of my spoon
scooping red delicious
watermelon dripping from
My fingers
My lips
sweet sticky
like baklava
or my mom
when I leave home
affection caressing our
words and tears
Honey filling our eyes
as we look back
once more
to see if the other
is smiling or crying
or both
Summers remind me
of transition
coming home
going home
So many homes