Serena

16

Breathing Summer

He comes with a magnetic sound
A heavy hum hanging over the afternoon haze
The kind of heated passion
That keeps you awake for days

His perfume is the smell of fresh cut grass
And warm sunlight filtering through leaves
Laying beside him in the cool tickling green
Listening to all the birds and bugs overhead sing

He’s got the kind of voice
That sounds like late nights on the beach
Resting your head on his gentle shoulder
Watching the slow rise of the pink and blue sun breach
The golden dapple blue of an ocean crest

The fervor of feet on the concrete street
Keeps you following him through the night
Playing the part of the Pied Piper
As he leads you
Dancing
Back into the pale morning light

But for all the energy that he’s worth
He’s still got the softest of all touches
Tucking you away to bed with a light drizzle
Of fine, delicate kisses
And leaving the scent of his sun-soaked skin
Upon your sheets
In the fleeting breath of a passing breeze