when we are home
and towels are hung to dry,
when the clouds are soot and black
and blue is shy
when the waterbed is hotter than the sun,
when the soppy christmas ******** has begun
I will think about this summer
and how warm
the sand was,
and how we owned the dawn
when I walked with you
along a gold foot track,
with suncream sweethearts tanned onto my back.
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 10:58 PM UTC
when we are home
and towels are hung to dry,
when the clouds are soot and black
and blue is shy
when the waterbed is hotter than the sun,
when the soppy christmas ******** has begun
I will think about this summer
and how warm
the sand was,
and how we owned the dawn
when I walked with you
along a gold foot track,
with suncream sweethearts tanned onto my back.
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