
During the heart of summer silliness
shimmery beads spill softly
subduing, yet giving rise
to the warm embrace of the day.
A kaleidoscope of kisses
clings to my sun-scorched skin
whispering sweet nothings
in my worn-out, weathered ears.
A single drop sizzles
on the tip of my tongue
pieces of parched earth
come alive in my mouth.
I drink in the days of my youth
the ends of eras, no longer lost
forgotten moments flickering
embers that never quite expired.
A flood of emotions permeates
all the hidden parts of me.
Funny, I could’ve sworn
I’d never see days like this again.
© 2025 Michelle Cook
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