cold beer slides, yum, reminds me of this pure summer - how the bite of the stout quenches the heat.
heat, i love it on my body - reminding me of every inch of flesh i am graced with. along with the wind and water, i am in for a delightful, magical moment of realizing how alive (and lucky) i truly am, for now. always, because i know better, for now.
but it does sit still - it has to - because i want it to. i really
do have the power to pause time when i wish, or when the stars align, granting some moments of neither mortality or im - just is. damn, i love this.
there's a little rock, a little fan, a lot of sun - a lot of "nowness" and, good lovin', my days of summer.
we running, laughing, and shutting our mouths. sharing, dipping into this divine (and thin) line of peace, a sanctuary for a promised time. it embraces us to rest, concur memories or dream the future. the hopes, the clarity we receive on the white sand, rushing waves, and still water.
the sun penetrates us day after day, giving to us forever (or at least a season) the beauty of more life, but
less is more. damn, all i can think of , is how freakin' lucky am i?
it's like this place, this time has been secretly planning a moment as such (like it's its job or something) to vacuum us in a moment of pure rest, a melting pot of reality and dreams, transforming all that happened this year (and before) into picture perfect clarity ... like we can sit back and view it as a painting in the louvre.
but we won't really notice, nor will it take effect until a little later in life. no one knows.
at this point though, the sun infiltrates my body - as to become one with me. and you can tell we have mated, for the gold rays that lay beneath my skin report of nothing but a summer love affair. all glistened and golden... it'll stay for awhile, but then, like the summer itself, my love affair has ended -
gradually, and without notice ...
until i can't even remember the wildly passionate and easy love that danced across my skin.
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