APRIL (30 Days of Poetry)

Day 25

Twenty-five

Summer

This is how I know you're here
Sweat is rolling down my back
The sand is fire beneath me
The water calls to me like a siren
Eyes looking up but I see nothing
My skin is now the perfect color
To parade around in a two-piece
Or lay down in the shadows
And find the truest peace
It's hard to forget something so ...hot

~RC