far off
words spill out of my mouth
and ooze from my skin at the
sight of a july day
spent in the sun
admiring the light slipping through the trees
and onto her skin
my thoughts end as scriblled entries on humid nights
the heat clinging to my lips
i can taste the salt from pool days behind me
i don't know where summer went
but the sound of birds out my open window
make me wonder far off
This poem is about:
Me