Doria

16

Summer: A short ride

Summer is the sweet cream
Luxury in your stance
Lather in your lotion
And love in your hands
I am stable, yet I have journeyed away
To a sun-soaked existence
Of low stakes and high risk
Waiting for what will be
For summer is a short ride
Where even the darkness has light
Within its crevices
Gold shimmers down with promise and strength
I open my palms
Hold the warmth in my lungs
As the stars melt into the pavement
And the tunnel disappears behind me
Structures grow like school children
Giggling and rising above
Time unravels
Until Mr. Fahrenheit and I meet once more