I want to live
in summer skin,
with endless sun,
and warming wind.
The sun on our face,
our feet on hot sand,
sun-kissed and golden,
my skin, how it tans.
The tide draws near,
the sky turns pink,
the sun disappears,
and all I can think
is of tomorrow,
when the sun breaks,
forth I’ll go,
with new memories to make.
