Summertime and the livin's easy
your smile comes in snippets
stuck in the corners of my mind
like post it notes covered in familiar loops and curls
and when I picture what tomorrow looks like
it closely resembles,
palms pressed together
clasped like children, clasped like fear
with fingers wrapped around not intertwined
and when i think of what the future looks like
it's a whole lot like
foreheads bent together
eyes turned downwards
focused on the fuzzy outline of bent knees and turned feet
blushing so deeply that the warmth bubbles out
cracking our faces at the lips.
when i wake up in the morning
anxious with the realization
that I am home safe in my own bed,
not yours, or a cheap plastic inflatable mattress,
located inside a coleman tent in your backyard,
anxious with the realization that this is not the fishbowled tent
from the night before,
I slept so poor on the floor, in the cold, with the rain, and the heat,
but I woke up smiling on the floor in your arms, with the glow from the sun,
and laughter creeping through thin polyester.
stuck in the corners of my mind
like post it notes covered in familiar loops and curls
and when I picture what tomorrow looks like
it closely resembles,
palms pressed together
clasped like children, clasped like fear
with fingers wrapped around not intertwined
and when i think of what the future looks like
it's a whole lot like
foreheads bent together
eyes turned downwards
focused on the fuzzy outline of bent knees and turned feet
blushing so deeply that the warmth bubbles out
cracking our faces at the lips.
when i wake up in the morning
anxious with the realization
that I am home safe in my own bed,
not yours, or a cheap plastic inflatable mattress,
located inside a coleman tent in your backyard,
anxious with the realization that this is not the fishbowled tent
from the night before,
I slept so poor on the floor, in the cold, with the rain, and the heat,
but I woke up smiling on the floor in your arms, with the glow from the sun,
and laughter creeping through thin polyester.