dark ray
Hot and dry with those dirty feet.
The best thing about summer:
Going to bed dirty from working in the garden.
If i wrote my memoirs today, i would call them
how having sex cleared up my skin
and it would be about how i regret not having:
more sex
more often.
it's strange how in high summer
i just want to be
hotter,
hotter,
hotter.
i want to go
down south and feel my eyelids sweat
and sit on the porch
waiting for night to fall lifting the hair off the back of my neck
wearing cut-off shorts,
a cropped tank top.
and ringing that iron bell.
The best thing about summer:
Going to bed dirty from working in the garden.
If i wrote my memoirs today, i would call them
how having sex cleared up my skin
and it would be about how i regret not having:
more sex
more often.
it's strange how in high summer
i just want to be
hotter,
hotter,
hotter.
i want to go
down south and feel my eyelids sweat
and sit on the porch
waiting for night to fall lifting the hair off the back of my neck
wearing cut-off shorts,
a cropped tank top.
and ringing that iron bell.