sometimes i feel like i'm made entirely of sweat and grit.
weary from the overwhelming, exhausting heat of the afternoon. the breeze flickers and dies around me.
i carry the flustering heat of the dreary summer, carefully tucked into my hair, like a forbidden letter, an outrageously beautiful trinket.
Now i become the heat.
i can see you flinch as you come closer.
even as you touch me i can feel you recoil, subconciously.
i wait for it to rain. i can wait forever. there's a summer sun in my soul that devours the water before it reaches the ground.
for now, i want to wear a flower in my hair, every day for the rest of summer.
weary from the overwhelming, exhausting heat of the afternoon. the breeze flickers and dies around me.
i carry the flustering heat of the dreary summer, carefully tucked into my hair, like a forbidden letter, an outrageously beautiful trinket.
Now i become the heat.
i can see you flinch as you come closer.
even as you touch me i can feel you recoil, subconciously.
i wait for it to rain. i can wait forever. there's a summer sun in my soul that devours the water before it reaches the ground.
for now, i want to wear a flower in my hair, every day for the rest of summer.
7 comments:
Finally, a POST.
We had to wait almost forever for that. :)
This reminds of The God of Small Things for some reason. It has the same smell, the same flavour, I think.
Hah. Flower in your hair?
BIMBO!
:P
beautiful.
Phoolbahari? :P :P
you're a born again hippy!
@the soliloquist,
:)
i think i see what you mean. *is flattered*
@magically bored,
this from yoo!! :O
@rhea,
thankew :)
@lonestar,
:D
@sphinx,
now that you mention it, i've always thought i'd do extremely well as a hippie :)
'Frisco Summer :)
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