The sun has kissed my shoulders,
the chlorine has stained my hair
and the grass is soft beneath my
feet; rough-soled, warm, and bare.
I've breathed in ripe trees, hot from
the sun's lusty caress, and all
I'm thinking of is lounging; watching
ocean waters ebb, flow, and crawl.
While the sun is setting, the air
is cooler against my skin, here
on my bed, the sheets don't cling
unless I cry, of course, a tear
can make even the coolest of
sheets clasp on to warm hearts
from which tears of love are
shed, and new life finds starts.