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I’ve got summer in my hair. tiny deposits, infinite and microscopic stones of sand leave remnants of you, mix with a humid Coppertone and coconut infusion inhaled, harkening me back to a distant beach we claimed our own. a golden body gleaming inspected your guarded, framed eyes deflecting while reflecting a diligent sun straining. propped on your elbows, your immaculate teeth bared grinning, as I shadowed him from you -- yearned to know how to hard press you on that soft cotton covering a square yard -- crumpled, fluttering confusion that would be swept away if not for you in the invisible insistence encircling us, waving my summer flag of blond hair, straight and unkempt. just a boy standing in front of a girl. how could we keep messing it up, return to shore, dock on 'what ifs' distant starlight -- the hours later, hotter every night, knowing a black sky would shroud, envelop and drain every last ounce of summer for the rest of life. I inhale this essence on pale, hard skin. follicles cling for dear life, yearn tempting youth notice a vibrant man on one more trip to park on summer sand with dreams unrequited, mussing me up. 6.19.21 34 lines, free verse I'm torn sometimes which way to edit, punctuate and break up lines in a poem, because one method changes one tone where another need apply and vice-versa. So, I keep hacking at these things without thinking, make two poems of it. Keep the original in a dropnote and see what comes out on the other end? Maybe, I'll give that a try someday. Lord knows, I do enough pushing of words about these rooms. I could just give myself a rest and stop obsessing with unachievable perfection, go for a sloppy baseline with tight vocals instead...metaphorically speaking, if I lost you. My Summer Hair Original ▼ |