Monday, November 28, 2005

June (Press)

My thoughts bake
in my head
as the sun presses
down on me and my bikini.
Life just seems
to float in the tepid air,
like a wispy cloud,
an afterthought,
a sweet perfume.
My skin drinks in
the heat,
and the cold, sharp rain
and barren trees of winter
are far from my mind.

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